"Home sweet impregnable fortress." Stoney quipped as he took in the homey castle. He snagged a towel from the stack near the hot tub to cover the couch before laying out the paper cartons of food on the coffee table. "Ford Prefect was right. Every dimensional traveler needs a towel."
Regarding the immanent appearance of Charlie, Stoney was torn. Part of him was anxious to see a familiar face, and part of him was not ready to deal with a Charles Ofdensen that had no idea who he was. Something Teja said sank in. "Wait. her way down?"