The first of the pack didn't take very long to arrive. Sure, Mocha tried to convince him to arrive 'fashionably late', but Red only did that on breakfast meetings and only because he was such a heavy sleeper. Besides, Red was more the type for 'stylish entrance' than 'late entrance.'

At least, that's what the airship seemed to suggest, dipping in for a quick glide over the house with the roar of engines. It seemed almost sheepish in comparison when it finally settled onto the ground a short distance away. Oh well; the convenience of living in an airship made up for the hassle of parking it.

Still took him a modest walk to make it to the front door, package tucked under his arm. "What'd I miss?"