"Here." Tom looks up from his food of, well he wasn't exactly sure to Naomi Wildman holding something obstructed from view in her hand.

"Yes Miss Wildman may I help you?" He says sternly, eyes sparkling the entire time.

"I want to present you with a gift, here." She hands him the object which leave him more confused than the tray.

"A compass? I don't understand Naomi."

"To help you write better no defense sir but your plants don't look very inhabitable, this they'll help you." Tom starts to laugh gingerly.

"Or I could stick with computer generated images."

"Boring!"