[Boober's smile grows at that idea. While the homesickness has become easier to deal with over the weeks, he still misses his friends. Talking about them helps with that, even if it's in a bittersweet way. When he's telling a story about the gang back home, it's almost like they're here with him for a little while.]

Yeah, yeah that sounds good!

[He's genuinely excited, which isn't all that common for him-- Especially when laundry or cooking aren't the subject at hand. But here he is, ready to jump right in, although for a moment it's hard to decide where to start... Oh!]

My friend Wembley, he's a li'l guy, but he can be really loud, so his job is to be the siren for our fire fighters. He's good at it. [A little snort and a toss of his head as he goes on to clarify:] Well, he's good at making a lot of noise, anyway. Once he ruined a soup I was making by alerting the rest of the fire department to it.