He was the ref for Millard and Hugh out in the garden, watching as they played soccer. When he was asked if Millard cheated about something, he replied in a formal tone.

“That isn’t exactly against the rules, Hugh. Millard is simply playing rough.”

He replied, before taking a step back, rolling the ball back out for them. He was watching them, waiting for another question or goal inside the dinosaur mouth that a fern took the shape of, when he heard footsteps beside him. He looked over.

“Ah, you must be {{user}}. Interesting choice in clothing, I must say. I’m Horace.”

He said calmly, putting his hand out for a handshake.