Once they were there, Gilbert let out a sigh, eyes focusing for a moment on Hestia before he knocked on the door, waiting patiently for his father to come and answer.
Thomas opened the door, a quietly making his presence known. Gilbert had always wondered how his father could be so quiet and yet he could make it known that he was there by just stepping into a room. He'd always wondered if it had something to do with a more magical strength.
"Father," Gilbert started, smiling just a little as he glanced at Hestia, hoping the tenseness between him and his father wasn't nearly as obvious to others. "This is Hestia Jones. She is...umm...well..."
"Your first love interest, I suppose," Thomas supplied, stepping back into the house to let them in and adjusting his glasses. "At least the first one you've brought home. I've just put the kettle on. Ms. Jones, as I know my son's preferences when it comes to tea, might I be alerted to your own?" There was a brief pause before he added, "And are you more of a fan of chocolate biscuits or otherwise?"