T.J. didn’t really have to call it; Toby could tell by the way he was making goo-goo eyes at the redhead that his friend was taken with her. Honestly, he was finding T.J.’s reaction to the strange woman in their greenhouse incredibly amusing. Even when he was at the top of his game, T.J. tended to tickle Toby with the way he regarded the females he was “in love” with. It wasn’t that Toby believed in treating women poorly, it was simply that he didn’t believe in bending over backwards and sacrificing everything for their whims. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched his friend with an entertained smile as he approached the girl like she was some kind of skittish animal. Granted, those knitting needles looked as though they could do some damage, but she was so small that they didn’t seem to have much to fear. “That’s right, I’m Toby, the were-squirrel. And this fine specimen of man is T.J., the elemental.” Hey, T.J. may have taken it upon himself to introduce them, but there was a right way and a wrong way to sell yourself to someone new. In any case, Toby had a responsibility as his friend’s wingman, even if some would argue that this was not the time to try picking someone up.
Toby didn’t follow suit with T.J. when he took a step toward the girl. Instead, he leaned back against one of the tables and watched the scene unfold. At least until Nana Mama decided to start yelling at them again. “Teege, will you please tell that donkey we are not going to get murdered?” He was rubbing his forehead as if the familiar had done some kind of damage by invading his head space. It didn’t really bother him, but that didn’t mean he would want her to have access to his thoughts 24/7 like she did with T.J. When he looked up, he made eye contact again with the girl still sitting under the shelf. “Right? You’re not planning on murdering us and burying our bodies in our own greenhouse. So we’ve got nothing to worry about!” The last few words he spoke at a louder volume, as though Nana Mama would be able to hear them from her pen instead of gleaning them from T.J.’s thoughts.