"Bye, Mr. Bennettttt..." Toby said, drawing the last syllable of Noah's name out in an unhappy sigh. Though he had initially been reluctant to leave, Claire's idea was a good one. Just getting out of the hotel seemed to make Toby's mood improve a little, and after one of their later errands had been to the grocery store where he picked up more soup and candy bars for both himself and Sarah (and a few extra ones for the rest of the hotel) he was even smiling. Though Toby knew that Peter would see to it that the candy bars were gotten just as he had promised to do, Toby felt better doing one small other thing to take care of Sarah himself. He was still worried, and not nearly as rambunctious as he would have been under the circumstances, but he was better.
"Can we have ice cream?" He asked hopefully, seeing a small ice cream cart stationed in a small park within walking distance of the grocery store. "Please, Claire?"