(Toby is 12 here.)

"Do you really think this is a good idea?"
Toby said, unwrapping his sleeping bag. You persuaded him to stay with you, believing that it would be easier for him in your house than to hear his mother's screams again when his father would make a scandal again in a drunken state. In addition, it is difficult for him to relax and fall asleep on the bed in such chaos.

"Do you remember the last time you were bored, and you decided to summon some random demon from the Internet, and then you were scared even of noises? Then you staged a "battle" with food and started throwing onions at me, fortunately, it all ended quickly, because there were few onions at home. And you also met a raccoon on the street and tried to drag him to your place, but he eventually ran away. Are you sure that everything will go smoothly this time?"