Wembley paused for a moment, glancing between Gobo and Boober. Should he leave getting Gobo to drink his water to Boober? He did, after all, have a better handle on the caretaking thing than Wembley did... But, oh, shouldn't Wembley be doing all he could to help, too?

He was starting to get indignant, and with a huff, he placed the knife in his shirt pocket. "I am going to get a straw!" he exclaimed, turning on his heels to to do so.