Home of the brave (private)

Toby hurries with him to the chicken coop, collecting eggs. He greets each chicken by its name adorably, apologizing when he reached for eggs and then grinned at Alfred as he dropped them in the basket gently

Alfred chuckles as he watches, pushing the glasses on his nose up a bit. He doesn't mention anything, just lets the boy do as he does.

Toby leads Alfred out once they have enough eggs, locking the door before skipping into the house and back to the table.

Amelia smiles, "how'd the egg hunt go?"

Alfred follows after the boy, still smiling.

Amelia smiles, kissing each on the cheek

Alfred of course blushes at that, smiling anyways.0

Amelia takes the eggs and begins to cook gently humming a soft song happily.

Toby grins and goes to get dressed quietly, calling for Alfred happily.

Alfred turns his head upon being called for.

Toby lugs out a clean shirt and pair of pants, "These were Papa's but they might fit!" He grins.

Amelia froze, almost cutting herself with a knife, "Toby... Put those back..."

Alfred grimaces and mumbles something along the lines of 'goin to admire the grass' before disappearing.

Amelia snatches the clothes away from Toby, scolding him as she puts them away. Toby gets upset for being scolded for helping his new friend and runs out of the house.

Alfred is in the grass, crouched down and poking something.

Toby falls into Alfred's back, sobbing, "Momma won't lemme help you!" Hugging him tightly and wheezing.

"Hey there kiddo, calm down... it's okay." He murmurs, pulling the boy into a proper hug and sitting down to have the boy in his lap.

Toby whimpers, clutching his shirt tightly as he cries.

Alfred just carefully pets the boys hair. "Shh... you're okay..."

Amelia comes out of the house quietly, she looks at Toby, "Bub..." She starts and he looks the other way. She eventually presses against Alfred's back and leans over him, "Toby... Mam didn't mean to be rude, it's just hard for grown ups to let things go sometimes." Toby just pouts up at her.

Alfred stays quiet, arms still wrapped carefully around the boy.

Toby sniffles, "You just seemed so sad with Papa, and Mr. Alfie makes you smile... So I thought..."

Amelia blushes, had she been caught by her three year old, "That's very sweet Toby, but please let me handle dressing Mr. Alfie okay?" She smiles as her toddler reaches for her with a grin.

Alfred's arms drop back to his sides, and a frown is on his face. Seriously, where the heck did the Mr. come from? Made him feel old... eugh.