The thunder that came with the rain. This he understood. At least upon some level. Tobias' gaze shifted but briefly upward once more to eye the roof of the Ark above as if attempting to peer through that steel and wooden foundation in search of the sky and some impending storm. His own dislike for rain perhaps prompting both an acceptance and understanding of Carolina's displeasure in thunder. Tobias content to nod now, seemingly satisfied with his obscure questioning so far. Yet to what aims, end or purpose that questioning was intended remains to be seen. The sudden appearance of those hidden cookies so sought to further derail but any of his passing interest in the weather. Tobias keenly watched his new packmate as she moved to slide that bag towards him while taking one for herself, the boy so momentarily eyeing her critically once more as if deciding whether or not this was a potential theft of cookies he already deemed his own. Carolina's southern accent and the appeal it held to his ears perhaps all that prevented his voicing that very displeasure in her cookie pilfering. The boy, perhaps fortunately, distracted entirely by her use of those words and the sounds that came with them. Her accent holding a clear curiosity for him as he asked further after these 'Southern' states.

His ability for geography was distinctly poor. Tobias so barely capable of writing his name. His reading skills equally as limited. The very notion of 'states' was, very likely, utterly lost on him in turn. Tobias no more able to give his address then he was capable of reading a map and yet, somehow, just where Carolina had come from was a manner of importance even if he was so likely incapable of understanding that answer. The young womans sudden insistence that she was from Georgia, the peach state, seemed to prompt a near rewned level of fascination in the lanky deviant as his dark eyes widened slightly with this new, critical information. That near puppyish head tilt seeming to find him then as he sat upright upon that bar in what was surely a small victory to Carolina. Tobias having deemed her interesting enough to progress to level two of those apparent negotiations and thereby reward her with a change in his position.

"Georgia, the pace state. Georgia, the peace state. Georgia, the peace state."

Those very words were repeated several times over as if the young man so attempted to either commit them to memory or better taste them upon his lips. Tobias, when prompted to mimic those around him so tending to lose that stuttering, fumbled speech that otherwise appeared to plague his words. Those fathomless dark eyes met Carolina's own once more as he nodded, another cookie lifted to his lips.

"I will...remember."

Why it might be important to remember which state Carolina came from (and that it had peaches) so remained to be seen. This information, somehow, of great importance to the boy. Yet, he had hardly anticipated the return of that very question and his companions sudden query on just where he had come from in turn. His own youthful features frowned once more in a look of clear consideration, as if so attempting to answer that question resulted in a good degree of effort. What remained of his fractured thoughts and mind so attempting to seize at those fluttering, fading scraps of memory and information stored somewhere within its depths. Tobias suddenly lifting to point out of that nearest window and towards the mountains and thickened forest that marked the distant horizon and bordered the city in their ring of greenery and mist.

"Tetra and....Tobi....and Naddy and Mother and Father.....from there. All....together in.....our house. Then not."

A look of dissatisfaction seemed to find his features anew, Tobias seeming to contemplate that question even further. The boy oblivious to the notion his first answer had perhaps not been strikingly clear in itself and yet, to is mind, Carolina would surely understand that he and Tetradore and Nadya and there parents were from the forests and mountains that boarded the city. Until they were not.

"Before....that I....do not....remember where I....came from. It was....very....very far. Tobi.....was very......small. Mother and Father.....died."

That there was clearly two sets of Mother and Father in the boys life was surely evident. Carolina, perhaps, capable of piecing together some modicum of understanding from that fragmented attempt to explain his early life. Tobias hardly seeming concerned by that information so much as he struggled to recall it at all. The boy suddenly demanding instead to know who Carolina liked best in their pack. The young woman failing to fall for that entrapment within his words by declaring she liked them all- even if Raven had been the most helpful. That mention of his wife's name seeming to prompt a grin to his features.

"Birdie is....very good."

His head nodded again as if to further state the truth of this fact before that conversation shifted abruptly, as it was want to do with Tobias, towards vampires- of all things. The lanky leopard so suddenly demanding to know of her preferences upon the undead and whether or not she liked them. Carolina's response seemingly.....unsatisfying on some level as his gaze narrowed readily. Tobias suddenly shaking his head as one hand lifted to smack down agianst that bar table, the sound prompting several more of those staff to glance curiously at him before returning to their tasks.

"No vampires. Not.....ever. Never....allowed in....Ark. Not....allowed to be....Carolinas....friends. Never.....never....never. Tetra....and Tobi.....both say. No....vampires."

His utter disdain for the vampiric species was surely clear. His final words very near a snarl that so displayed a rather distinct agression towards even the word. Tobias distinctly ...protective over both that boat he called home and too his most favoured of all beings in Tetradore. Vampires, somehow, so clearly a displeasure to him in a profound fashion. Tobias reached for another cookie then, the young man biting almost grumpily into it then and yet, as always, so few emotions upon the boy seemed to linger for terribly long before he turned to Carolina once more. His features returned to something far more pleasing as he grinned again.

"I need to....have a drink. I am...so thirsty I....might die. If...Carolina brings.....right drink.....I will.....give Carolina....bar."

That final test, it seemed, was to bring the boy his favoured drink, or at least, one he deemed acceptable. Tobias so loathing alcohol of any kind. To ask for a drink at a bar and not desire alcohol perhaps something of a trick question. Tobias so clearly not intending to give away any hint as to what he might desire.