'I swear, if I could get out of this pin, I'd march over yonder and bite you right on your rear, you foolish overgrown man-child!' Even though her voice was a mixture of exasperation and concern, T.J. chose not to respond or really acknowledge Nana Mama at that moment. It might have been because he couldn't tear his eyes away from the redhead in his greenhouse, but the fact that he didn't want to look away played the biggest role in his ignoring his familiar. Whether it was a second or an hour before Toby entered after him, T.J. had no idea. Because on top of her lovely auburn hair, fair skin, and a smile that made him want to melt like chocolate, she had a voice that made his heart skip a beat. His tongue felt swollen and he never knew it could be so hard to swallow. Truly, it was a miracle he had not fallen to his knees. He didn't ignore Toby's voice, though. He tried to say that he could tell Nana Mama anything he wanted but that didn't mean she'd listen, but all that came out was a throaty grunt. As far as 'dibs' went, he just gave a slight incline of his head to show he was listening, which might have also been an affirmation if he thought enough to really speak.
When she spoke again, T.J. gave himself a mental shake. He was better than this! It wasn't every day that he became tongue tied over a pretty face. Normally, he was very kind to the girls he met and was friends with and he would even wait before he really started flirting with them. This time, though, he was completely captivated by Moira and the fact that she had said something about the forest made him like her even more; how could she be a bad person? Clearly her intentions were good. His familiar was just paranoid. Finally finding his voice, T.J. wasn't sure what she meant about property. "What?" His brows came together at her question, but then he shook his head and grinned. "Oh no, he was just saying... nothing." He swallowed and then added quickly, hoping that the change of subject would leave Toby's concept of dibs forgotten so that she wouldn't get offended. "My name's T.J. and this is Toby. We own this place," he gestured to the greenhouse with a slight wave before he took a step towards her, his head tilting a bit so that he could get a better glimpse of her. "It is nice and warm in here." Some might call it muggy, even with the cooling temperatures outside. "Who are you?" He asked with a gentle smile.
'I swear you younguns are as useless as tits on a bull. When she stands up and murders the two of you, I don't want to hear your bellyaching.'