The house was oddly homey, and firmly stuck between looking like a cheery Grandpa's house (with old knickknacks of dubious origin and shelves of books in a room near the stairs) and modern (With a large screen LCD tv in the living room, lined with surround sound speakers and a large video game and DVD collection, all perfectly lined up and sorted, and a stripper pole off to the corner of the room), the narrow hall that went back into the kitchen let the scent of freshly baked sugar cookies waft through gently. From the kitchen also came the response of what sounded to be a native Londoner, "Yeah, just a moment, just washing my hands."
Cassidy grabbed his crutches and smiled as he rounded the corner, "Come in, hi." He was about 5'10, skinny, with his hair tied back in a loose ponytail to keep it out of his face while he baked. He wore a pair of loose black slacks with red piping and a tight black velvet shirt, a pair of fingerless gloves, and a modest application of eyeliner. He held out his hand to shake as he finally got to Abby. "I'm Cass, welcome to this variation of earth. Would you like something to eat? Somewhere to sit down?" He wasn't at all surprised to see a lady that truly could pass herself off as Henn without any trouble at all - though she might need full-sclera contact lenses to fully pull it off. "Soren's probably working on his writing, don't know where Henn's got off to, hang on."
That's when he turned his head to face up the stairway, "OI, HENN, GOT A FACE TWIN FOR YOU TO MEET, ABBY'S HERE." And then he chuckled and led the way into the cozy kitchen, where indeed, there was a batch of passive-aggressive cookies waiting for anyone.