Caerus looked inside the fridge and wondered if he'd really done something Deimos would appreciate. He was beginning to have doubts. Perhaps the rocks wouldn't appreciate it, either - or the cleaning he imagined would have to come, sooner or later.
He turned and looked at Deimos stretched out on the floor, grinning and looking satisfied with himself. Well - this was different than where he'd been staying lately, but it was a place to stay, it was being offered with what he hoped were only good intentions, and in all honesty, it wouldn't be the worst place he'd ever found himself in. "I'm sure we'll manage to be very comfy, Deimos. Now - the surprise. If you don't like it, you don't have to keep it." Caerus went back to the fridge and looked around the back of it, plugging it in and getting dirty very quickly in the process. It hummed to life and he sat back, glancing at his nephew. "Electricity."