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Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Friday

Today, Gigi was insistent on having Toby taste test several batches of caf versus coffee versus stimcaf in an attempt to be able to describe the differences and similarities clearly. In case anyone ever asked.

So needless to say, by the time he ducked out for the Student Council meeting, he was a little on the wired side.

Today's Special:
Tarsh Maxer

[ooc: i shun you, ocd. shuuuun.]

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Kenzi looooved Fridays. Loved them. No classes, no work, nothing to do but go bug the boyfriend.

"Hi!" She grinned and looked around for something to perch on. "I'm here to be ubiquitous and eat leftovers. Or try to get a deal on something cheap." She leaned in and gave him a kiss hi. "Which one should I try for?"

"Ummmm, how do you feel about caffeinated beverages?" Toby asked, bouncing a little on the heels of his (still borrowed, damn it Stan) shoes.

[ooc: slow for a bit whilst at school for project meetings.]

"I am a big, big fan." Kenzi beamed. It was other people around her who weren't. She'd noticed the shoes a while back, and now felt like she could ask. "Hey. What's with the purple sneakers? I've been wondering. They are so not you."

[no worries! will be here!]

"You don't think so?" Toby mused, glancing downwards. "I'm kinda getting fond of them, myself."

"Yeah?" Kenzi said skeptically. Not sure whether to believe that. "Where'd you get them? And can I have a mocha with whipped cream, or would that just come out weird in this restaurant?" What the heck was a Tarsh Maxer, anyway?

"Petra's lending them to me," Toby said with a shrug. Which... they may not have been the colour he'd have picked, but he cared more about the fact that she'd been willing to let him use them, honestly.

"She did?" Petra sometimes really rocked. "But where are your own shoes?" She frowned and leaned forward. "I could get you shoes!" Just say the word!

"Someone stole 'em," Toby admitted, flagging down Gigi to place that mocha order. "So, she and Sam are letting me borrow some for a while till I can get my own again."

"Mean!" Was Kenzi's verdict. Toby didn't have enough stuff to be worth stealing from! Mean! "Who would do that?" Outrage was giving way to visions of revenge. Without a nail-file this time though.

"I dunno," Toby admitted, his expression going vague and distant for a few moments. "Don't-" he started to say, and then broke off, shaking his head.

"What?" Kenzi said, eyes wide. "I won't hurt anyone." Well, she'd have to know who to aim at first, right?

"So long as you don't know who to aim for," Toby said wryly. "It's not a big deal. I'll have enough to buy some in a couple days, and in the meantime I've got people willing to let me borrow theirs," he shrugged.

"It's the principle. Or something." Kenzi pouted, then smiled. "But. If you're good with it. I won't hurt anyone."

Just ask around and poke people, maybe.

"I'd loan you shoes, but." She held out a foot next to him, and muttered, "Yeeeah, thought so. Cinderella feet. On me, not you."

He wasn't good with it so much as... resigned, really. But he really didn't want Kenzi getting into trouble on his behalf- she was good enough at doing that on her own. He snickered. "I dunno, my feet are pretty small," he pointed out. Size nine, but still noticeably larger than Kenzi's.

"I could wear yours. With really, really big socks," Kenzi said, tapping her foot against his, and looking up as Gigi returned with her mocha. "Do you get, you know... visuals? Or just words?"

"Usually words," Toby admitted. "But pictures sometimes, too."

Kenzi took her mocha from Gigi with a, "Thank you so much!" Hey. Uphold the stereotype. Then considered, and tried to make it so Toby could taste the mocha too. Taaaaaaasty!

Toby couldn't taste it so much as... 'hear' how much she was enjoying that. "So, good coffee, huh?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Could you taste that?" she checked, then grinned. "And yes, very good." She stuck a finger in the cup and swirled whipped cream onto her finger, then licked it off, watching Toby in crinkle-eyed amusement.

"No," he shook his head. "It doesn't really work like that, exactly," he admitted, watching with fascination as she licked the whipped cream off her finger.

"Tooooo bad. It's very good." Kenzi took another sip and licked another bit of whipped cream off her upper lip. "So. Anyone coming to Parent's Weekend next week? I mean, I'm assuming not, but I thought I should ask..."

"Ray will, if I tell him about it," Toby admitted. "Which... I probably will." Because throughout the string of foster and group homes, Ray was the only person who'd ever honestly cared about him.

"Who's Ray?" Kenzi asked, curious. Idly tapping her foot against his, because she could.

Toby regarded her seriously. "Promise you won't be weirded out?" he asked.

Kenzi crossed her heart, eyebrows going up, mind speculating. Friend? Lawyer? "Unless he's a lizard and you never mentioned knowing about those before, then I think I'm entitled."

"He's not a talking lizard," Toby promised. "He's a psychologist, though. ...Mine, actually."

Hunh. "Hunh." Kenzi tilted her head, resting her chin on one hand as she studied Toby. "For what? Being a foster kid?" Or something else?

He didn't remember who'd first brought him to Ray's office, or even if something specific had finally prompted them to. Just that he'd been... lost. On the verge of succumbing to the never-ending noise of all the voices in his head. And sad, too, though again, he couldn't for the life of him remember why.

"Because I heard voices. Would go for hours without responding to anyone's voice. Couldn't follow a simple conversation. They thought I was crazy, that there was something wrong with me."

"Shit, that blows," Kenzi said, troubled, reaching over to rub Toby's arm. "Dude. I never thought..." How rough that would be on a little kid, not knowing what was even happening to him. "And Ray helped?"

"It's not exactly something I advertise," Toby pointed out wryly, leaning in to the touch. "But yeah, he helped. A lot. Which is pretty amazing now that I think about it, considering this whole- what I could do was pretty new to him."

"Well, no." Considering she hadn't told anyone, and didn't plan to, and didn't think Toby would be good with telling anyone now. Much less then. "It is amazing. How'd he help?" Can I hug him if he shows up?

"All sorts of stuff," Toby shrugged. "Breathing exercises, meditation, making me focus on one person in a crowd..." it wasn't perfect, he knew that, remembering the sting of Emma's scornful reaction to his lack-of-control. "I'm much better at controlling it than when I was a kid."

"Little kids aren't what you'd call bastions of impulse control," Kenzi pointed out with humor, arm going around him now. "That's pretty cool, though. That you kind of taught yourself how to do it." She considered, sipping her mocha again. "Can I help at all?"

"I don't know," he answered. "No one's really asked me that before. I guess the easiest thing is if I look like I've stopped paying attention- just, a little nudge usually works to bring me back."

"I can do that!" Kenzi beamed. She kissed him on the cheek. "Or that." She grinned. "Or lick more whipped cream off my mocha."

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