[The advantage of living in Willow is that Ted can sprint to just about all of his friends' houses in no time at all. This is... never really necessary, but it's good exercise, and Ted makes it to Rue's in record time so he can meet their husband after waiting what feels like years.
The cookies he's carrying have been a little jostled in their box, but they're otherwise fine...!]
[Hob has been informed that they might be Entertaining A Guest today. So he's been puttering around the cabin all morning, dusting and tidying after the holiday festivities—there are so many teens in and out of the house at all hours, and Hob sheds a lot—making sure everything is ready for the arrival of Rue's dear friend.
When Ted steps inside, it isn't Rue who greets him in the hallway, but a huge fuzzy bugbear who fills nearly the entire doorway. He might have appeared fearsome and intimidating, all seven feet and enormous protruding fangs and bulky, muscular build—if not for the frilly pink apron dusted with powdered sugar covering his form.
The smile helps too.] My most sincere apologies! Rue is momentarily inconvenienced, powdering their beak. They will be with you shortly. [A beat.] Ah. May I. Shall I. Hm. Your coat? [he extends a comically long arm to take Ted's coat. smooth, super chill, mega normal,]
The bugbear is admittedly not used to being a delight to anyone, so Ted's enthusiastic response takes him by surprise. But still, Hob's not a monster. He wouldn't leave a Fellow Dad Man hanging.]
Ah! Yes, certainly, it— the pleasure is all mine, Mr. Ted. [He firmly returns the man's handshake, mind going full Confused Math Lady as he frantically calculates an appropriate response. All that results in is the tips of his ears getting red at being called Mr. Rue.] Rue has spoken so very warmly of you. Please, do come inside.
[Pleased as punch by Hob's greeting, Ted smiles warmly as he steps inside and says:] I could say the very same about you — but please, c'mon, just Ted is fine. You're Hob, right? Can I call you Hob, or is there somethin' else you'd prefer?
[What surprises him about Hob other than the whole werewolf vibe is how deep and booming his voice is, even while speaking softly. It reminds him a little bit of Roy.
Hob preens a little at that, chest puffing up as he follows Ted inside like an overgrown puppy. It smells like freshly baked pastries inside, explained by the tray of cooling semlor on the kitchen counter, filled with puffy cream and covered with powdered sugar.]
Ah, yes, just Hob is fine, please. [He starts pulling plates to serve Ted a semla, gesturing with mile-long arms.] Please, make yourself at home. What can I get you to drink?
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literally as soon as he gets the green light to come meet hob
The cookies he's carrying have been a little jostled in their box, but they're otherwise fine...!]
Rue! I'm here!
SLAMS IN HERE LIKE A WEEK LATER, HELLO
When Ted steps inside, it isn't Rue who greets him in the hallway, but a huge fuzzy bugbear who fills nearly the entire doorway. He might have appeared fearsome and intimidating, all seven feet and enormous protruding fangs and bulky, muscular build—if not for the frilly pink apron dusted with powdered sugar covering his form.
The smile helps too.] My most sincere apologies! Rue is momentarily inconvenienced, powdering their beak. They will be with you shortly. [A beat.] Ah. May I. Shall I. Hm. Your coat? [he extends a comically long arm to take Ted's coat. smooth, super chill, mega normal,]
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– could not possibly look more delighted by this big – literally, holy moly – reveal.]
Whoa.
[Instead of a coat, Hob will find that he's given Ted's comparably tiny hand instead.]
Mr. Rue, it's a pleasure.
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The bugbear is admittedly not used to being a delight to anyone, so Ted's enthusiastic response takes him by surprise. But still, Hob's not a monster. He wouldn't leave a Fellow Dad Man hanging.]
Ah! Yes, certainly, it— the pleasure is all mine, Mr. Ted. [He firmly returns the man's handshake, mind going full Confused Math Lady as he frantically calculates an appropriate response. All that results in is the tips of his ears getting red at being called Mr. Rue.] Rue has spoken so very warmly of you. Please, do come inside.
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[What surprises him about Hob other than the whole werewolf vibe is how deep and booming his voice is, even while speaking softly. It reminds him a little bit of Roy.
So does all the fur.]
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Hob preens a little at that, chest puffing up as he follows Ted inside like an overgrown puppy. It smells like freshly baked pastries inside, explained by the tray of cooling semlor on the kitchen counter, filled with puffy cream and covered with powdered sugar.]
Ah, yes, just Hob is fine, please. [He starts pulling plates to serve Ted a semla, gesturing with mile-long arms.] Please, make yourself at home. What can I get you to drink?