"Good." Bobby smiled, pleased that he'd done well. He arched an eyebrow at the mention of his phone and stood up, eyeing John with vague, playful suspicion. "It's upstairs." He headed for the staircase, grabbing his phone but coming back down to rejoin John on the couch before unlocking the screen.

"What am I looking for?" he asked, scooting over to lean against John as he first checked to see if there was a text message waiting before starting to flip through the screens--and stopping as soon as he went to the next screen. "Whoa, what's this?" He looked up at John and flashed a grin before turning his attention back to the new app on his phone. "How did you know about this? How did I not know about this?" he asked, grinning wider as he started to explore the Sinatra app.