"Yeah. You sure do." He savored that for a few moments, then brightened and started flipping his fingers through the photos like a rolodex, looking for one in particular.
"Hey, lemme show you my favorite..." Finding the one in question, he pulled it out. It was outside in the garden, where Gobo himself was covered in mud from toe to knee and hand to elbow, with some smudged across his nose and shirt. He was grinning broadly, with several bunches of asparagus already pulled together and others in progress. Having seen Mokey with the camera, he held up a few spears, proudly.
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"Yeah. You sure do." He savored that for a few moments, then brightened and started flipping his fingers through the photos like a rolodex, looking for one in particular.
"Hey, lemme show you my favorite..." Finding the one in question, he pulled it out. It was outside in the garden, where Gobo himself was covered in mud from toe to knee and hand to elbow, with some smudged across his nose and shirt. He was grinning broadly, with several bunches of asparagus already pulled together and others in progress. Having seen Mokey with the camera, he held up a few spears, proudly.