"Toby also likes my hair and putting his fist in his mouth. Thor would pet anything as long as you named it Hammer." It was funny how, despite having been away for so long, it still felt perfectly normal to have Toby's little fingers in his hair. He turned to Esther. He wasn't sure if she liked him or not, but he liked her if only on the grounds that she was Mary in a perfectly miniaturized shape.
"I'll be sure not to put any of those things into the salad. I don't really like onions either. It makes my breath stink, and then my girlfriend won't want to kiss me, and no one wants that. Well, you might." He said this to Toby. "But only because you don't want to stop riding my head."