"Woooow..." Toby gasped when the saucepan appeared with a flick of Peter's fingers. Excited that Peter would let him help make something on the stove, Toby took the can opener and quickly had the lid off of the can.
"Why don't we get her some ginger ale too? I think that's supposed to be good when you're sick." It was good that he was so easily distracted. Though this wasn't something that Toby would ever forget about, and though he would likely still be working through the inevitable questions, it felt good to focus on Sarah now rather than the horrible thing he had just experienced.