He watched the frog and then small child go into the house and then looked over at the two moogles. Shaking his head in disbelief that someone so young was brought here, he followed them inside.

Because he had been living alone, Kenshin had been adapting the house to suit his tastes. The living area was clean and rather bare with first glance, with a lot of very large pillows around a table that was built low to the floor. There were no chairs that Greg might recognize, though he did have a couple large closed chests. The kitchen had a lot more stuff but again it was more Asian in style. The smell of something like stew hung in the air and there was a small black pot sitting on the kitchen table, a couple boards with fish smoked whole, and two smaller bowls with covers on them.

"Ah Greg, do you like fish?"