Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20180509011221/@comment-28358106-20180710235654

Regina leads the small party into the front sitting room. It's largely the same as Nezon remembers; the old phonograph is still in the corner, the stacks of magazines and books and records and boatd games on the shelf adjacent to it. As the day is warm, there is no fire in the front fireplace, but the scent of cooking does indeed waft through the house. The furniture is still old and used, but well kept and clean, and aside from a brand new bay window that looks different from the old one, things are as she remembers.

"Everyone is still at work," Regina says, ushering them to the seats, "But Tirush and Partha should be home soon. Oh!  And Sophie will be here too, do you remember her?  I don't think you ever met her.  She was the one who helped Thomas when Aurora was recovering.  She's really a truly great chef---"

Then, from some distance outside, a deep, bestial, yawping cry can be heard, followed by a much higher pitched one. The calls are so loud that they can be heard inside the house, and Regina looks up and claps her hands together.

"And that would be Tirush and Partha! You're going to get to see so many new faces, Nezzie!  Once everyone gets home, it'll be as if you never left!"