Re: Lucas/Isobel/Obed - 7:30 p.m., hanging around
Obed nodded his answer to Isobel's query. His thoughts ran parallel to hers; everyone in the building could use a little relief, some hint of something normal in the midst of October's madness. They could provide, they had the means, and so why shouldn't they?
He nodded toward Lucas. "I'm going to hold you to this," he said, pointing an index finger at the other man. "Whipped garlic potatoes. OK? Don't just get my hopes up for no reason."