"I guess...?" He honestly looked confused, staring at the bag like it might suddenly explode. He wasn't sure why she was here, or why she'd been yelling, but she obviously didn't plan to go until he figured out what she wanted.

"Tom. I take care of this one." He chewed on his lower lip, motioning for Bobby to stay. "Did you..um...need something? Nothings really ripe just yet. Almost, if you like green tomatoes."