"Good morning Semele, leave your shoes at the door and go and wash your feet." Harrison sighed, flopping his hand in a half-hearted wave. The woman smelled strongly like pine, so he could only imagine what she had been up to now. The kitchen was now becoming crowded with everyone there, and just when he thought he could open out the window, he saw the bright green eyes of Lock. What he didn't need was for even more people to be crowding around the kitchen.
"Look," he turned to everyone, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if a migraine was forming. "If we all intend to have a conversation, how about we take it to the comforts of the lounge where there is a lot more space." To support his statement, he picked up his sketchbook from the counter and wove his way through the group towards the living room.
The curtains were still drawn, but the soft movements from the cloth and the slight chill in the room, the window must have been left open over night. The sofa closest to said window was the one that Harrison knew was Noel's sleeping space, and he was in no way inclined to possibly frustrate the boy by closing it. Harrison found himself at home in the armchair beside the fireplace, and sat cross-legged with the sketchbook open on his lap. The pages were already filled with outlines and detailed sketches of the other inhabitants of his house, and the one he was currently working on just happened to be Cat.