[He's not so comfortable keeping them, given their apparent supernatural nature, but for that reason he's loath to get rid of them, either. What if they don't like it? What if they have a use that won't make itself clear under these circumstances?
That said, he doesn't particularly want to think too much about it, and gathers up the toys when Mordred seems done with them, dumping them in his drawer. He most certainly will not be letting her know of he gets anything better, but he does expect her to find it anyway, whatever it might be.
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[He's not so comfortable keeping them, given their apparent supernatural nature, but for that reason he's loath to get rid of them, either. What if they don't like it? What if they have a use that won't make itself clear under these circumstances?
That said, he doesn't particularly want to think too much about it, and gathers up the toys when Mordred seems done with them, dumping them in his drawer. He most certainly will not be letting her know of he gets anything better, but he does expect her to find it anyway, whatever it might be.
He goes ahead and props the door open for her.]
Stay out of my stuff.