He pushes the door to the apartment open, carefully shuffling the bag of groceries in his arms. It had been a good walk around the town this afternoon. Although Geordie still had no luck with his fiddle, being able to go shopping without a budget was something he was quickly starting to enjoy.

"Hey Jilly," he greets when he sees his friend at the easel, walking over to the table to put the bag down. "How's the painting going?"