Hey, Topher doesn't mind being humoured. It's something he's very used to in a lot of different fields, both when it comes to his medical or technological expertise, or his geeky references.
He grins and bounces out the door and down the little stairs, walking backwards down the corridor and gesturing at the hatches along the walls. "Crew quarters," he informs - one of the hatches has a lovely hand-painted sign, even. He doesn't stop to elaborate (though he easily could), but continues straight into, "Dining hall."
He skips down the steps into the warmly lit room (again decorated with some hand-painted touches), with a large wooden table serving as the center, and swings into the little kitchen area. He stops for a moment to pick up a cookie (from that tray that seems to follow them) and shove it in his mouth.
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He grins and bounces out the door and down the little stairs, walking backwards down the corridor and gesturing at the hatches along the walls. "Crew quarters," he informs - one of the hatches has a lovely hand-painted sign, even. He doesn't stop to elaborate (though he easily could), but continues straight into, "Dining hall."
He skips down the steps into the warmly lit room (again decorated with some hand-painted touches), with a large wooden table serving as the center, and swings into the little kitchen area. He stops for a moment to pick up a cookie (from that tray that seems to follow them) and shove it in his mouth.