"I hear that." Glibt said easily. "Sometimes I feel like I'm constantly going on caffeine and radiance." Here, Tommy rolled his eyes and leaned just slightly toward Bret to speak in a stage whisper. "Both Papa and Father are consummate workaholics." Glibt couldn't help but turn to Tommy with a bit of a smirk. "And you're a workaholic-in-training, don't think I don't know how many extra courses you signed up for next semester." He reached out to ruffle Tommy's hair lightly, the godling flushing and soaking in every ounce of affection he could get before he went back to the Highway next week.
"But I'm good." Glibt continued with another smile as he stepped back around the island and reached into the fridge for buns for their burgers, which Mark was keeping an eye on outside, setting the package on top of the cooler. "We took Thomas to San Francisco for a few days... I assume you've been the recipient of quite a of of excited rambling, especially regarding the NORML offices?"
Tommy straightened his NORML t-shirt self-consciously. "I'm allowed to be excited!" He started, sounding somewhat like the child that he was and it was a hard task for him to keep from sticking out his tongue at Glibt. "But, yeah, he's coming." Tommy looked back at Bret. "And hopefully we can convince him to sing something!"
Glibt laughed. "Well, I do do an amazing version of Copacabana. We'll see!" Picking the cooler up off the counter, he offered it to Tommy. "Thomas, can you take this out to your father? I'll be along in a moment, I just have to gather cutlery."
"Alright!" Tommy chirped happily, gathering the cooler in his arms and gesturing for Bret to follow him, pleased that this was going so well already, pleased that Glibt seemed to like Bret. Now all they had to worry about was Mark.