the earth has music for those who listen
"Yes please, Aunt Phoebe!" Mateo trills, in almost the exact way he's been taught his manners in school, and before he can successfully rip his shirt to pieces, she's handing him a jar and a handkerchief. With a dimpled smile at the demigoddess, he takes his sample and happily closes the jar. "Three sisters and a brother? That's a lot of sisters. I've got three too, but only Flora is really around," he gushes, before following her over to where the reishi mushrooms grow.
That Phoebe handles this one with her bare fingers is all the encouragement Mateo needs, and he plucks it from her hands with a chipper thank you and turns it here and there to examine it. "Oh, tea? I wonder if that would work." It sounds an awful lot like he's already got plans for the mushroom.
That Phoebe handles this one with her bare fingers is all the encouragement Mateo needs, and he plucks it from her hands with a chipper thank you and turns it here and there to examine it. "Oh, tea? I wonder if that would work." It sounds an awful lot like he's already got plans for the mushroom.
