tenth; [visual]
When the tablet comes on, there's Toby. He's looking pretty good despite the faint red, healing scratches across his face, care of Cassie. Well, good enough that he's decided to show his face publically over these things again, anyway. And for Toby, standards are somewhat high.
He's sitting at his kitchen table, and there's light filtering in through the window. Pausing for just a moment, Toby glances somewhere offscreen.
"Hypothetically speaking, if I had a little get-together this weekend for, uh, Thanksgiving - Canadian Thanksgiving, I mean - who would wanna show up?"
Dean, there is a Mom-look reserved for you. Shut up.
"It'd be even better if everyone could bring something with them. I'll take care of the turkey." ... So maybe Toby had a foster mom who taught him how to cook like a badass, what of it? "If not... hey. That's cool too. So let me know. It might be nice."
He smiles, and then the transmission cuts.
He's sitting at his kitchen table, and there's light filtering in through the window. Pausing for just a moment, Toby glances somewhere offscreen.
"Hypothetically speaking, if I had a little get-together this weekend for, uh, Thanksgiving - Canadian Thanksgiving, I mean - who would wanna show up?"
Dean, there is a Mom-look reserved for you. Shut up.
"It'd be even better if everyone could bring something with them. I'll take care of the turkey." ... So maybe Toby had a foster mom who taught him how to cook like a badass, what of it? "If not... hey. That's cool too. So let me know. It might be nice."
He smiles, and then the transmission cuts.