Scotty felt like maybe he should have been more annoyed to be back at the mansion. Getting moved, for the few times that it had happened while he was here, was fucking annoying. It might have been okay if one of the moves was back home, but of course it wasn't going to be back home. They'd all just get shuffled around to other weird facilities, and he'd wonder how the fuck they got away with everything that they apparently did.
There was one good thing about the mansion, though, and that was the size of not just the house, but the town. If he wanted to get away from all the assholes here, it was way easier.
He hadn't made a decision on if he would venture into town today or not. It had been so nice and warm at the plantation, and now the snow was back, and he wasn't sure that he was ready to be chilled again. He dressed warm anyway, since the house was still pretty chilly in parts, and headed for the kitchen, figuring that he could make some decisions after he'd had some coffee, and maybe a few eggs, or some oatmeal.
It was, thankfully, not one of the assholes who felt the need to remind him of his dad that was in the kitchen, but Lucy. Scotty was cool with Lucy. She was funny, and cute, though he wouldn't call her his type, but he could still admire. And they'd already kind of spoken on the network today, so chatting with her would just feel like a continuation. Nothing wrong with that.
He leaned on the counter nearest to her, catching her gaze and smirking. "It's fucking cold, right?" He eyed her attire.