Mathias

"Why, naturally," Veronica said, glancing over with a wry smile. After the boys she'd been to high school with, the idea of someone going down to Mexico for ruins, wildlife and art was novel almost to the point of being unbelievable. "Monkeys and beer just compliment each other -" She stopped both her words and her feet then, reaching out to touch his arm with her free hand before pointing up, high into the treeline. Sometimes she wished she could just turn off the monkey detection equipment now seemingly ingrained in her brain, but right now, it seemed like a decent thing. "No beer or art, but by god, we have monkeys."