AAOOOSC! United

"You Know Exactly What To Do."

Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
July 11, 2017
Night

Later in the day, the GHP members and Toews are now having dinner in Toews' dining room. The dining room is roomy, yet simple with cream-coloured walls, wooden borders, and wooden furniture with polished silverware. The dinner consists of salmon, vegetables, and rice.

Sidney is sitting at one end of the dining table. He takes a sip of water before peering ahead of him. "Thank you, Tazer, for letting us have dinner with you!"

From the other end of the table, Toews gazes at him. "Of course." He takes a forkful of asparagus. "You guys are helping me bring the true reality back; this is how I can repay you." He slips the asparagus into his mouth.

"Shepherding us to the verifiable physical existence is sufficient," John tells him, sitting nearest, yet perpendicular to him.

Toews swallows. "Well, in the meanwhile."

From the left side of the table from Toews' point of view, Ryan, who still has his earplugs on, juts his chin at Toews. "So, when are you gonna master reality manipulation?"

Next to him, Matt perks at Toews with interest. "Yeah, when?"

Toews tilts his head from side-to-side in uncertainty. "I'm not sure, to be honest. I'm getting a better grip on it, but I still need more practice."

"Not tonight, right?" Emily guesses from the right side of the table, mindlessly pinching at the peas on her place.

He lets out a chortle while shaking his head. "Oh no, not at all. I think maybe one more day, hopefully."

Next to the small defenceman, Dru lifts her head up from cutting her salmon filet. "So, where are we gonna sleep at tonight?"

"Here!" Toews points to the table with his fork. "You guys are more than welcome to stay here."

"You seriously have enough room for us?" Brett asks, by Sidney's left, with his thick eyebrows raised. Next to him, Jake is scarfing down his whole plate.

Toews shrugs. "Yeah. With my powers." He pauses as tentativeness overcomes his facial. "I can try."

From the right side of the table, Reid throws Toews a glare.

Next to him and Brett, Kale spots his friend's expression and purses his lips, attempting to hold back his lashing.

Jake plops down his plate, revealing his elated face. "I can sleep outside!"

Kailer, who is next to John, gapes at him. "You'll awake as unhygienic as a dog."

"I do have canine physiology!" The goalie then serves himself another heaping of salmon.

Brett swishes his eyes from the small skater to his bestie and back. "It's true..."

"We can find some other place to sleep," Jonathan tells Toews, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Toews peers at him with a slight look of dissatisfaction. "Are you sure?"

Katie holds her wrist up, showing her intercom. "I can seek forage for a locus. It won't be an inconvenience."

"I know a good place to hit the sack for a couple of nights," Connor pipes in, wiping his hands with a hand cloth.

Everyone immediately halts their eating, dropping the room into a still silence. They turn their eyes to Toews's direction with caution.

Connor himself is sitting perpendicular to Toews' right side. He promptly places the hand cloth on his clean plate and pulls himself upward in the chair. "Well, it's about time you guys notice me."