Ryan might or might not have been in his boxers and an apron in the kitchen blasting Rammstein the loudest his speakers would go (and trying to sing along despite not knowing any German) when he thought he'd heard the doorbell. Or maybe it was the music. He would have shrugged and gone back to what he'd been doing - making a very belated breakfast without using the stove - if not for his familiar. "There's someone at the door, tool." said the snake from atop the fridge. Ryan turned around, dimmed down the flames until they were gone and gave the snake a look that said he did not appreciate being called tool by a goddamn talking snake.
"Tough" had been the snake's answer upon reading the thoughts behind the look. Rolling his eyes, Ryan marched out of the kitchen straight for the door.
Paying no mind to the fact that he was not dressed to receive any kind of guest Ryan opened the door, coming face to face with a girl he vaguely remembered from hazy, hazy nights from before Dexter had left and he'd been left to take care of the family. Or maybe from after, things hadn't changed that much. "Uhhhmmmm...Hi?" He did not remember her name - hell he barely remembered her face - but he got so few visitors that this might just be interesting.