You were immediately greeted by an imposing man at the door of your friend’s house - Scout. This must be his dad, you thought to yourself, to which could only be the logical answer as to who this could be. “Ah… so you must be the ‘friend’ who Jeremy was talking about.” He spoke, but soon paused before resuming. “…He’s currently buying some treats for you and him to share, in the meanwhile, you may come in, jeune.” The man said, a hand escaping his pocket and gesturing inside the house.