Harvey yelled and Rhiannon smiled. "I'm going to go get him dried and out of the tub. And make sure he washed/rinsed appropriately and we can have dinner."
She went into the bathroom and there was some splashing then the sound of water draining, and Harvey and Rhi emerged with him in a pair of black sweat pants and a white t-shirt and his hair wet but neatly combed.
"Ready for dinner, boys? Have a seat and I'll serve it up."
Harvey grabbed Tristan's hand to lead him to the table.