October
Tobi doesn't quite have a name for the fluttery and golden feeling that constantly rises from her chest up into the back her throat when she sees Finn and Ever together, but she doesn't think it matters. Her fills her mouth like jasmine, making her want to laugh, while also making it feel as though she's walking on air.
'Absolutely! Saltines? Butter crackers? Triscuits? Cheddar? Marble? Goat? Brie?" Already drooling, Tobi laughs and shakes her head to suddenly indicate that she doesn't need Finn to answer. "I'll bring them all. And the book! We can learn about the earth's atmosphere and the saddlelites they have in space!" Perhaps it's because Ever has heard Tobi's voice so often in the womb that it doesn't stir him from sleep. Soon probably, but not yet.
Returning with two platters of cheese and crackers, cut, styled, assembled, and arranged in about five different styles (some she's cut to look like stars and hearts, others are mountains (No Finn, they're mountains, not triangles), and some she's stacked as if they're about to play jenga).
'Mmmmmm?' Offering up the plate, Tobi mumbles a sound toward Finn. Grinning, bits of cracker dust are revealed on her lips; her entire mouth is already stuffed full, hence her lack of words.
'Absolutely! Saltines? Butter crackers? Triscuits? Cheddar? Marble? Goat? Brie?" Already drooling, Tobi laughs and shakes her head to suddenly indicate that she doesn't need Finn to answer. "I'll bring them all. And the book! We can learn about the earth's atmosphere and the saddlelites they have in space!" Perhaps it's because Ever has heard Tobi's voice so often in the womb that it doesn't stir him from sleep. Soon probably, but not yet.
Returning with two platters of cheese and crackers, cut, styled, assembled, and arranged in about five different styles (some she's cut to look like stars and hearts, others are mountains (No Finn, they're mountains, not triangles), and some she's stacked as if they're about to play jenga).
'Mmmmmm?' Offering up the plate, Tobi mumbles a sound toward Finn. Grinning, bits of cracker dust are revealed on her lips; her entire mouth is already stuffed full, hence her lack of words.
with illusions of someday cast in a golden light
