[ Robby does manage to get out a 'Yeah' between the questions of dealing with Paimon, a chuckle more of a breath at 'Better to deal with demons with friends, right?'--like they're some scooby doo gang or some shit, whatever group go out demon-bumping. It's seeing the other guy going for his cheese toastie that makes Robby remark a 'oh yeah, shit' light-heartedly, a reminder of his own forgotten to this point.

But he won't abandon it any longer, sat on his lap, tearing it in half--somewhat sloppily, and the sauce oozing out with the stringy cheese. ]

No problem, man. I'm just glad to see you again? As you. [ He's said it before, but he'll say it again, like a relief for himself to be hearing the Peter he knows; even seeing him in the way he holds himself (which isn't very well). ]

Never thought my calling in life would be to get to know about demons, but if it helps, then yeah. I'm down. [ His voice is brighter, warmer, a playful but firm instruction as he says: ] But that means working on getting you up to shape, too. Maybe we can commit to the weird and creepy life and do some digging around the archives with all its thousand books. You can't be the first guy to deal with housing a demonic presence, sorry to say.

[ As if it'd be something to give a shit about. But if you can't joke about your friend being part of an unlucky group of people, what can you do?

Eat some of your damn toastie, finally. Yeah. ]