FINN
Tobi's smile is enough to make Finn's reluctant acceptance about the hot chocolate worthwhile, and he busily digs his way through the cream so he can create a better position to drink said chocolate. Out here in the fresh air beneath a starless sky, Finn feels less caged than he has done ever since receiving Cian's letter. And he's busy fighting off his subconscious as it tries to remind him that this is the last time he'll be so relaxed for a while when Tobi injects a good dose of adrenaline into him with her remarks.
"What?" Finn blurts, almost inhaling some of the hot chocolate and having to press a napkin to his lips to stop from choking and/or spraying it everywhere. "He did?" he manages at last. "Gods, I... wait, what?" Words like you handled it really well do not often come hand-in-hand with the Spyglass, and so he can do little more than stare at Tobi for a moment.
"Does he still want us to be married?"
"What?" Finn blurts, almost inhaling some of the hot chocolate and having to press a napkin to his lips to stop from choking and/or spraying it everywhere. "He did?" he manages at last. "Gods, I... wait, what?" Words like you handled it really well do not often come hand-in-hand with the Spyglass, and so he can do little more than stare at Tobi for a moment.
"Does he still want us to be married?"
