Rex took a look around after they were done flooing. His eyes moved over the house his father still owned in Paris and then he turned to Rider, dusting off a bit of his clothes. He smiled at him for a moment, then stepped away and put down the bags he'd been carrying for the both of them, then started a fire in the fireplace.
"My dad won't come here. Even if he does, he won't care." Rex informed Rider. "Do you want something to eat? I can cook for you if you want. I think the elves are probably around if you don't trust my cooking."
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