"Nice to meet you, Gwyn," Coop answered politely. Belle put a lot of stock in good manners, and she had been merciless in housebreaking her husband as well. "So far, we haven't met anyone else with family here, but if that Commissioner is to be believed, there's a lot of people we haven't met yet."
He still didn't quite care for the glowing praise the Commissioner had bestowed upon his wife for her "community service." It made him tense to think about, and it was only with a conscious effort that he was able to bring himself to the present.
Or, in this case, a bit of the past. "I was planning on having a look," he said, gesturing to the ruins. "Care to join me?"
It would be a bit of a perilous walk for the ill-equipped; weeds had sprung up around the old building, some well on their way to becoming real trees. The ceiling had fallen in some time ago, either during the fire or shortly afterwards, leaving bits of crumbling rubble beneath the forest floor.