Benjamin Tuttle sipped at his hot cocoa, inhaling most the marshmallows in the process. He didn't know why he even bothered getting those, they always were eaten or disappeared in the first minute. But then he rarely would say no when he was nervous. And it was a little nerve racking to be doing the errands for the day, even though he didn't like the thought of it being so. A grown man shouldn't have difficulty at this. But in the back of his head he was wondering what his mother would want...should he also be talking to people as well? He took another sip.