"Delegate away, I'm sure you are quite busy." He sounds vaguely proud and amused, rather than annoyed.
"I missed you, dad," says Adarin, smiling. "I can go house hunting with you if you want."
"Nah. Thanks, though - I'll take the delegate. Need a bit of time to settle in before we can properly start catching up."
Isabella descibes the task to the staff person - "help my father-in-law find a house in Seattle and while letting him look at said houses ensure he is not run over by a car, also just sort of roll with it if he does not know what something is okay?" - and then hangs up. "We can go get you a hotel room now."
"... Huh," says Veron, when he sees the hub. "I am not surprised that you are absurdly rich."
Isabella and her party are waved through the portals without having to display tickets or passes, and then they are in Seattle.
Veron glances around at Seattle. "Cars would be the - big metal things?" he asks, eyeing them. "I am not planning to walk in front of them because that looks like it would hurt."
Isabella pokes at her phone until it coughs up the location of a hotel, and then leads the way to said hotel and gets Veron a room.
He get a brief explanation of how everything in the room works. He catches on pretty quickly, asks for access to newspapers or the internet, and from there starts figuring things out himself. The television is helpful. He will need to go shopping for things besides the (kind of culturally strange) clothes on his back, because while he's alive, that's literally the only thing he's got besides the love of his children.
"Thank you," he says, taking and counting the cash. "You're a good fit for Adarin, and not just because you got me a hotel room and money."
"Then I would have to get you back again, it would be inconvenient, please don't do that."