Anne, being Anne, grinned and greeted him and helped get everything settled.
Maison was ready, he even had a basket of authentic corncakes and a pot of acorn mash, he figured if he was going to be the party's only authentic Indian, he should make the most of it. He'd even braided his red streaks, tying feathers into the end of one. He grinned, buzzing Brend up, and reminding himself yet again that he really should get the other man a key.