blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
"Perhaps I ought to begin volunteering in the medical clinic after I finish work," Finn suggests. "I am sure nurse Milligan will jump at the chance to interact with me on a more regular basis." He raises his eyebrows at Tobi, quite convinced that they can both imagine the sour lemon face that will twist the nurse's expression at that very thought. Still, the sight of the completed file has Finn wrinkling his nose; the lack of organisation (deliberate or otherwise) is precisely the sort of thing that would have him volunteering.
His attention moves from the filing to Tobi's sudden smile - a smile that is quite contagious, he thinks, the Spyglass dropping his gaze to the ground. "You are the doctor," he murmurs. "It would be remiss of me not to follow your recommendation. There is a snag, though - I am not ready to sleep just now. How do you suppose I begin my treatment?"
His attention moves from the filing to Tobi's sudden smile - a smile that is quite contagious, he thinks, the Spyglass dropping his gaze to the ground. "You are the doctor," he murmurs. "It would be remiss of me not to follow your recommendation. There is a snag, though - I am not ready to sleep just now. How do you suppose I begin my treatment?"
FINN
