Re: Kit & Tory: Area 52
The window was a window: thick glass block but hey, it let the sunlight in. Mostly, kind of. Tory knew plants needed light, but really he was doing the best he could with what he had. Of course, it wasn't necessary to keep the plants around the lab or in the office. He just liked it; personal preference. Kind of the challenge of trying to keep living things that weren't himself alive, maybe. Like, going back to the cooking analogy for a moment, the person who kept baking for their family and friends even when they knew they were terrible at it.
Tory pulled a face at "Laurie." Double no: it certainly didn't fit him (though, closer than the other options, save "Tory"), and it had been what his dad had called his mom. "Laurie was my mom," he said, off-handed, casual. "So that's off the table, too." He dropped a sodden coffee filter into the small waste bin next to the coffee table and started filling a fresh one with the sort of pre-ground, industrial-grade coffee you ordered from an office supply catalog. "Kit works for you, though. It's got that kind of cute baby animal vibe going for it." Which, his mind supplied after his mouth had already let the thought out, seemed to be two entirely unrelated things. So, backpedaling: "Not that I really...think of you as some kind of baby animal? Actually, those are like, completely separate concepts. Working for you and...that. So. Never mind!" He laughed a little and shook his head, like "what can really be done about this big stupid mouth of mine?"