George had been pouring curry onto rice when Fred commented about needing a house. He laughed and shrugged. The truth was, he very much wanted a house someday, but he didn't really feel like talking about moving out would go over very well after having just been away. "I guess I'll just bring back small things for now," he said instead. "And I don't think we're planning to go away again for a good while."
He quickly set the food down and held up a finger. "Speaking of!" Grinning, he dashed back across to his pile of junk by the front door. He knelt down and started rummaging before pulling out a bottle which he presented to Fred. "Greek fire, as promised," he said cheerfully.
"So. Tell me about what you've been up to," he went on as he went back to the food.