He loved it when Patches was happy, loved to hear that pure enthusiasm in his voice. For a second he almost forgot the very obvious reason why he couldn’t come to Patches’ house, but when he realized, he chuckled. “The Host supposes that would be a problem, wouldn’t it?” Though he was admittedly curious as to what his home was like. It would be very interesting, a home built to that scale, and likely by Patches’ own hands. He wished he could see it.
“We-well it’s not very impressive anyways. I uh- Live in a small container for first aid…” The small doctor chuckled a little bit as it was true. Nothing too exciting was in his home and it was quite cluttered with things. The doctor rubbed the back of his neck. Filling his mouth with cookie and was already getting full. “But yeah! When would you want to have dinner? I think i’m off on the weekend..”


