"Sure, wherever's fine, don't worry about it."

Up he goes.

Shoes go off and get placed near some other shoes in a neat position! Anthony steps into the house proper and waits.

Anthony can hear enough murmurs to tell there is a conversation going on upstairs, but not enough to discern its contents.

A small girl—maybe eight years old—emerges from the kitchen and stares at him.

"… Hello," he greets her.

She keeps staring at him.

"I'm Anthony. A friend of Kaede's."

She nods. And keeps staring.

"… What's your name?"

"Samantha."

"It's nice to meet you."

Nod.

"… Do you have any other siblings?"

Nod.

(Sigh.) "And are they around right now?"

She pauses to think, then nods.

"And do you think they'd like to talk sometime…?"

Shrug.

He pauses and then shrugs in return.

Staaaaare.

He stares back at her, then at the walls, waiting.

They can hear steps coming from the stairs, which causes the girl to promptly flee back into the kitchen.

… Whatever.

Anthony turns to face the stairs.

And here's Kaede.

"Hey! You came."

"I did! Hi, how've you been?"

He smiles and looks for Kaede's dad briefly.

Walking down the stairs after his son.