"He's kind of a Lurch. But his name is Stor. Nate said that just means 'Big' in Norwegian. I don't know how many languages he thinks he's mastered, though, so it could mean Walmart for all we know." Troy shrugged.
Hemlock then mimicked Nosferatu rising from his coffin at the mention of Nate's usual demeanor, then bobbed his head in confirmation of his pact with Omen. "We should seal this with an edible," he suggested and began a stroll toward the table where he'd set out some Charlotte-assisted baked goods - that had been properly labeled because Eva had lost her sense of humor. "Hopefully tonight I can take my mind off shit," he said, conversationally. "Nooo, I would be such a bad baby maker. I mean, maybe if it was Thor. I could grin and bear it through that..." Troy smirked because of his pun but was completely serious about his reference to the Alldaddy. If it came down to death or being a mom, Troy'd pick Thor. Zap wasn't stupid.