Really it was all down to personal preference, which part you wanted to do first, but the way this assembly line sort of thing was going, that was the order Toby always did things. He also believed Tyner's professional opinion though. Well, of course he did.

Polishing the broom was fun and good physical work that kept Tobias' brain organised, but he couldn't do even the same physical activity for too long. At Sander's question, the Hufflepuff looked around, distracted, but grinned and said "Great!" as enthusiastically as ever. "How about with you?"

Wax on, wax off. Except it wasn't really wax. It was broom polish. Tobias had been working for ages on this broom handle, and he could feel his energy building up.

Suddenly, Tobias got up out of his seat so suddenly he was almost like a jack-in-the-box.

"Nobody minds if I just stick with one broom and do all the station-type-thingies or whatever, do they?" he asked the occupants of the broomshed at large, even the ones he didn't recognise. "It's just that if I do the same thing for too long I get all antsy and stuff." Plus, more opportunity to see more people, right? But he wasn't gonna say that 'cause technically this wasn't a social thing.

The broom he'd been working on had a pretty decently polished handle now, but Tobias figured he'd probably end up redoing it afterwards anyway, and took that same broom over to the section where West and the twig-washers were. He managed to find a bucket that wasn't being used, and put in the cleaning solution and water up to a decent enough level that the twigs would be submerged but the water wouldn't overflow.

Once the tail end of the broom was in the water, Tobias heard Bart talk to him, and he looked over to the kid with a grin.

"I sure do!" Toby replied with enthusiasm. But he didn't need to return the question becaaauuuseee... "I know you do. I watched the tryouts." All of them. Every tryout. Every house.

The twigs had soaked long enough by this point, so Tobias looked down at bucket, giving the job his full focus, and gently stirred the tail twigs ten times.

Another minute's wait, followed by stirring it ten times the opposite direction, and then lifting the broom so that the excess solution would drip off.

Glancing around to see if there was a towel within reach so that he could do the next steps, Tobias spoke again. "Uh... West? How many brooms d'you think can be cleaned in one bucket before the solution and water needs refreshing? Only one, or maybe a whole bunch? I only ever clean and service one broom at a time, so I've never thought about it before." Tobias could see many methods of reasoning all at once, which made it much harder to come to a conclusion on this particular thought.