Teddy was programmed to seek out food, even when he was half asleep. Vic had been tossing and turning all night, and Teddy hadn't been able to sleep well, so when he caught the whiff of food cooking, he thought now was as good a time as any to head downstairs. He picked up a discarded vest top from the floor and pulled it on, yawning as he ruffled his hair, shutting the door behind him as he left the bedroom.
The wooden floor of the cabin was cold on his bare feet as he padded downstairs, his eyes still half closed against the morning light seeping in through the windows. He almost didn't notice the shock of red hair belonging to the person sitting in the kitchen as he followed his nose towards the food. He did a double take. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, recognising a much younger version of his Uncle Ron. "What the hell are you doing here?" It was a stupid question, as he was sure Petersen had brought Ron here just like he had done with the rest of them, but it was all he could think of in his semi conscious state. He knew he hadn't been checking the community as much since Vic had been demanding his attention in the relationship department, but he would have thought he'd notice Ron's arrival. Clearly not.