Notes
Leorio jogs up the steps to the porch of the lodge and stops before the bright green screen door. He throws his shoulders back and takes a big breath in and out, preparing to look upon his new domain. Then he flings the door open and struts inside.
The first thing he spots is the kitchen: sturdily functional, smudged with use, crammed between the paneled walls. That’s fine. It’ll be a decent work space. It’s nothing to the second, more important, thing Leorio notices, which is that there’s someone in his kitchen.
