Tobias glanced from the road to Raven and back again. His gaze lingering briefly upon his wife's features as she seemed to contemplate her own question turned back upon her. The idea of a hobby, it seemed, as unusual to her as it was to him. In some respects. It had never occurred to him that Raven might like to take up something more than, well, reading or cooking. Tobias inclined to chastise himself inwardly for never having thought to ask her before and yet his 'other' so hardly considered 'hobbies' in any rational sense to begin with. That he might possess thought abstract enough to consider what hobbies Raven might like was perhaps asking too much of such a limited mode of thought. Still, that near nervous wringing of Raven's hands hardly went unnoticed. This surely not the first time she had done it in his company. Was he.....making her nervous? Did he do that a lot? Was she uncomfortable? Maybe it was just a ...habit? Either that or she worried about offering him that answer on her hobby. Could it truly be that obtuse? Did she desire so paraglide or collect postage stamps or take up taxidermy? Tobias inclined to consider several other hobbies he rather hoped Raven had not decided upon before the woman promptly insisted she would like to dance.
That singular word was repeated with clear surprise. Tobias caught off guard both by the simplicity of the request and too the very notion she seemed almost fearful to tell him of it. Had his Other, at some point, made some declaration that he hated dancing? Such an idea was hardly far-fetched in any sense and yet what was so very wrong with the notion as to make Raven appear almost nervous he hardly knew. Dancing, after all, was not exactly a terribly hard request to meet by any sense. Even if he was rather certain that other side of himself would hardly find the task easy. Following those co-ordinated steps might yet prove something of a task and yet too- there was always that chance the idea of pattern and repetition might appeal to him enough to coax that ready participation. Tobias affording his mate that soft lift of his shoulders then. A warm simper finding his lips.
"That seems easy enough. There is surely somewhere in the city that teaches it."
Raven, he was sure, could find someone or somewhere willing to teach them. That conversation shifting then to those preferred foods. Tobias, after all, was almost certain he had never stopped to ask Raven exactly which food she preferred. His wife so constantly moved about within the kitchen and the Ark itself, cooking for others, that Tobias could hardly remember a time anyone had stopped to ask her what she might like. Then again, there was every chance that when she cooked, she cooked those foods she herself enjoyed in turn even if she had never so expressly stated so. The sudden declaration of her love of seafood however was nothing short of unusual. Tobias inclined to feel both dark eyes rise upward. He had hardly known what he has expected, exactly and yet seafood, for a wolf seemed.....almost amusing. Then again with the docks situated as they were and that constant supply of fish and lobster right outside their very door perhaps it was unsusurpsing she made the best of that freshness. Tobias once more content in the simple logic of the choice.
"I like popcorn too."
That salty, buttery snack was nothing short of appealing. Tobias smiling briefly at the thought before that conversation shifted again to those...less then agreeable topics. Neither of them, truly, were given to speak terribly much of that past either of them had survived. Both of them wholly content to forget so much of what had come before and yet that notion of children, their children, so had a habit of stirring those very thoughts forward. Right along with that apparent prophecy Raven had been delivered at the hands of Matteo (of all people) and just now seen fit to inform him off. That very fear that she might, here and now, be pregnant, prompting Tobias to near run that car from the road. The young man slamming on those brakes with sudden force only for Raven to laugh. This, it seemed, the one thing she had seen fit to joke about! That look of disbelief (and relief) at the very notion she was not yet pregnant seemed to flood the by entirely. Tobias so momentarily having feared entirely for his unborn child so subject to the rocking and rolling of that truck. The man far to relieved to take any harm from Raven's joke as her lips pressed to his cheek and her hand ruffled his hair. She was the devil sometimes! It was only after several stilling breaths that Tobias turned that truck back on to continue on the path and toward that look-out position he'd chosen for lunch. The gangly deviant so gathering his thoughts once more before commenting on that simple truth. Whatever Matteo was....he was not a liar. Of that he was certain. Tetradore trusted him, after all and Tetradore trusted so few people in the world. Tobias content to offer that very comment by way of reassurance. Raven seeming to near retreat within herself once more at that comment of their shared Alpha. Tobias' own features frowning slightly as his gaze shifted back toward her. His head offering that simple shake.
"Tet does not distrust you. He's just...protecting you from the things he thinks you need protecting from in the way he best knows how. You might not always understand it, or him, but he's just looking out for you. For all of us."
There were few people in all the world whom Tobias so ...admired more then his best of friends. That Raven so struggled to relate to the man was not truly surprising. Tetradore so preferring to keep to himself and yet that he held the best interest of that pack, at large, within his heart was simply...unquestioned. Tobias having spent far, far to long at his companions side to believe anything less. His thoughts upon those future children however proved to be quickly distracting. Tobias finding those questions turning readily within his mind. Questions, it seemed, that Raven had been unable to find the answers too. The French Fairy so apparently insisting some things were better as a surprise.
The words were muttered lightly beneath his breath. Tobias shaking his head softly in amusement before that contemplation of what species their child might be saw that ready admittance it would not be a terrible thing to have another wolf in their family. Someone for Raven to relate more readily to outside of Mira. Then again too, their existed that worry for that ...feral nature in turn. Tobias frowning once more with that sudden consideration. Could that feral-ness be passed on? Was it genetic? Raven, in the wake of those questions, seemed to grow quote once more. Her fingers fiddling with her wedding ring in nervous apprehension before admitting she had never seen her parents or her pack hold that same feral nature. Raven near suddenly launching into that tale of her kidnapping- along with Frost- at the hands of a dark hunter. Tobias blinking toward that open road. That tale tumbling about within his mind as his fingers gripped more tightly at that wheel.
"Wait, the Dark Hunter had your Father? He chased you? As a wolf? How long ago was this? Why on earth didn't you tell me?"
How long has this been going on for? Tobias glancing from Raven to the upcoming river and back again. The Leopard taking several moments to organise his own thoughts again before that sigh of sorts left his lips. The man not unwilling to admit that hopes he had for their own children to have a better, more united family then any of them had ever had before. That truck was slowed easily then. Tobias easing back on those breaks to slowly ease the truck into the water. The young man eyeing that rising river warily on either side and yet that paralysing fear of the liquid that so often assaulted him hardly seemed to find him now. Tobias wary and yet steady upon that steering wheel.
"Well- the waters not touching me. I just don't want it to touch me. I hate when it does that. I prefer it outside the window."
He offered simply. As if this, somehow, so explained everything. That water rose higher and higher, that car snorkel continuing to filter air into the engine as the truck slowly made its was through that river. That unique position inclined to make him feel almost akin to an alligator as it glided along the water's surface. What suddenly prompted that thought of names, however, as he drove that car up and onto the opposing bank he hardly knew. Tobias promptly declaring he had no desire to name their future son after himself.....or any food. Raven insisting she would not allow food in the last before querying why he seemed opposed to 'Tobias' as his features frowned in consideration.
"Tobias is just such an....old name. Hoenstly im not even sure it is my name and not just something someone gave me along the way. As for Father's naming their sons after themselves ...I never understood that either. Then you just have two people in the house with the same name. I'd sooner name our son something that.....had meaning. Something more then just giving him my name like a copy. I dont want him to be ...like me."
Tobias head shook simply once more as if dismissing the thought. That lookout so finally coming into view ahead of them as he steered that car gently off the road before bringing it to a stop. That clifftop they rested upon providing a truly exquisite view of the savannah below.
"This, I think, looks good."