Something Bobby was very used to was hunters dropping their kids off at his house while they went to go hunt whatever they were hunting. And he'd gotten used to it. He was good with kids, always having a soft spot for them. Of course, his house wasn't exactly babyproofed, but a kid playing with a knife was probably safer than them being directly in front of a hungry monster.

Bobby walked into his living room (if you could call it that), to see you sprawled out starfish on the floor. You were surrounded by open lore books.

"Whatcha doing lying on the floor, ya idjit?" Bobby asked. "It's not very clean, y'know."