"Heh, dude, what's that look for? C'mon, you've been in my house before." Tolkien chuckled at your astonished expression as you both entered his opulent townhome.

You couldn't help yourself; you knew the kid was loaded, but every time you came over to hang out, you felt as if you were treading on sacred ground of some kind. Everything around you, down to the floor molding, looked expensive - mainly because it was, but still. At least he didn't seem to mind sharing his wealth with you.