The knock on his front door brought Lee out of the fervor of that was the enticing lifestyle story of Madame Maybelle, and her two wacky daughters. Putting the television on mute, Lee finished the last piece of banana before throwing the peel into the composting bin (one of those fancy ones that sped up the composting process) not because Lee believed in saving the environment (even that sounded pretentious in his head) but because he was a sheep. Baa.
Lee quickly made his way to the front door through the living-room, which felt weird because now he didn't have a carpet and had moved his grand piano from the gallery (yes, he had a gallery) to the front. And opened up the heavy metal, greeting his friend with a bright smile, "Hey, man." He threw the door wide open and motioned for Aidan to come in, "C'mon in."