Meet the Frost's [Robin Jarvis]

[Thomas Reagan]

"A pleasure to meet you as well, Robin." Thomas said, returning the words to their new comrade.

[Robin Jarvis]

"Actually that would be more preferable. But I would enjoy all of your company." Robin stands a bit shakily "I would like to eat soon though, I used up most of my energy. Maybe you could give a run down on that weaponry you mentioned while we eat."

[Jack Frost]

"Um ... Dad's more of the expert on that ..." Kenneth admitted.

Jack sighed and came off his phone.
"Right, Thomas, you're home's nearer we can go there, get some clothes for Robin, Kenneth go get some food,"

Kenneth nodded and dialled up the restaurant. He talked for a few seconds before turning on his heel and looking at the others.
"Right, what do you guys want?" He asked.

"Stir Fry or something?" Jack suggested.
Kenneth nodded and talked into the phone again to confirm it before looking at Robin and Thomas "What do you two want?"

[Robin Jarvis]

"I'll have the same , double portions If you will. I'm famished."

[Thomas Reagan]

"I'll give him clothing from my wardrobe, then." Thomas said, "Robin, shall we go?"

[Kenneth Frost]

"Just tell me what you want to fucking eat!" Kenneth shouted angrily "Fucks sake, I am here y'know!"
"Language, Kenneth," Jack reminded him

[Robin Jarvis]

"By all means."

He jumps at Kenneth outburst.

"Stir fry, the same as Jack. But double. Please."

[Kenneth Frost]

"Thankyou," He said, it sounded harsh and sharp "Now, Thomas, do you want to eat anything?"

[Thomas Reagan]

"I don't need anything. Robin, all I'll have for you are suits, vests, those types of clothing, like what I currently have." Thomas replied.

[Robin Jarvis]

"Well I'm not a suit man myself, I've them on one too many bodies, but I accept gratefully."

(I'm good for a fast forward to dinner, if that's alright with you guys)

[Kenneth Frost]

~Fine by me~ Cross

Kenneth knocked on the door to Thomas's home.
"Come on! open up!" He shouted "Is anyone in there!?"
He was balancing three takeaway boxes in his right hand and his left was banging on the door

[Thomas Reagan]

Thomas opened the door to allow Kenneth in, "You're here, good." Thomas said, allowing him into his small but finely furnished sitting and dinning room, "Put it on the table."

[Kenneth Frost]

Kenneth dropped the boxes on the table, opened one of them and looked in.
"Right that one's dad's," He said, pushing it to the end of the table.

He opened another and smiled, leaning back against the counter and holding the box in his hands.
"This one's mine," He grinned, he looked around and found a stray fork on the side which he used to start eating the noodles inside.

He looked at the remaining box and then over at Thomas.
"You and dad aren't fucking serious about ... what's his face are you?" he asked quietly.

[Thomas Reagan]

"Watch your language in my home." Thomas said, taking his box and eating the salad that it contained, "And yes, we are serious. He can be of use in our fight against Hellfire."

[Kenneth Frost]

"Ohhhh not this again," Kenneth sighed, ignoring the answer to his question. "What did I say this time?"