[ Matt's lips twitch at "something to sell," though he doesn't comment. Just follows along after Tezcatlipoca, doing his best to memorize the route he's taking. Matt knows a spell for enhancing memory and sense of direction, but typically he'd cast with a string and a sprig of mint. For now, he sticks to mundane methods.

(Is there mint here? Matt feels a small pang of grief as the thought occurs to him. Maybe the last time he crushed one a fragrant mint leaf into his tea is the last the universe will ever see of it.) ]

Very hot and cold of them, [ he notes. Curious, but a little distant. ] I do like seeing everything in bloom, but winter has its charms too. You get rest, clarity of thought. Excuses to cuddle up to people.