[ Hob looks up at the observation, which is accurate, but he can only smile in a melancholy sort of way. Satisfied or not, he'll get no answers, he thinks. ]
I have something for you. Wait here.
[ Hob leaves his plate and gets up to return to his bedroom. Might as well change the subject, right? When he returns, he's holding a garment sized box wrapped in festive paper and places it on the table. ]
no subject
I have something for you. Wait here.
[ Hob leaves his plate and gets up to return to his bedroom. Might as well change the subject, right? When he returns, he's holding a garment sized box wrapped in festive paper and places it on the table. ]
Here. Happy Christmas.