It was good Bjorn had prepared Tipson to be hugged. There was hardly any warning before the woman was hugging him as excitedly as if they'd been best friends or family and hadn't seen each other in a while. This was different than drunk friends who hugged or ladies who got the wrong idea on intentions. This reminded him more of the memories the child Tipson had before that version of him had died. The young man smiled and returned the hug, aiming to present a warmness himself though it was all a measured act. Hey, he was a great actor!

She threw him off even more with the statement of seeing him again. Had she been some drunk friend after all? Surely he'd remember her if he hadn't been seriously drunk. How long ago and how drunk had he been? There were times, especially right after old Fred had died that he'd gotten pretty wasted. "Good to see you also. It's been a while." Maybe if he made some idle mention of the time period she'd unknowingly give him a hint.

The young man had eaten out at numerous restaurants, especially the last couple of years when he started really getting good at his job and no longer had to pay for learning all the important trade skills. There was a big difference between eating at a restaurant and eating home-cooked food in another person's house. The sense of familiarity was strange but even as Tipsy wondered about it another part of his mind reminded him of a key bit of logic in life, 'enjoy it while it lasts.'

Life had thrown a few curve balls at Tipson and memories of hunting for food at restaurant dumpsters or going hungry came to mind. Fred had pointed out that eating other people's trash could be good for him, it inspired Tipson to become a better thief if he didn't want to be hungry or question what else had enjoyed eating the meal he found himself. Bastard Fred. Tipson hadn't imagined all of the scenarios Fred had brought to mind of what could go with eating trash. Still, the dead ol' bastard had been right, it had encouraged Tipson to eat more. He'd also punched the much younger Tipson in the gut for asking for a free meal once when Tipson hadn't returned with any money for him. No handouts. Want to succeed in life you can't be a coward and you can't get caught. If you want to enjoy life don't worry about anyone except yourself. Fred had taught him a lot of important life lessons.

"Thanks," Tipson replied with a raspy throat that he sure hoped sounded normal again soon. Good night sleep and the medicine. Before they could step inside Bjorn was beating them to it. Tipson followed watching the man change in his actions. That mumbled response liked the neutrality and confidence that had been there with him up to this point. What was bothering him? He had seemed fine right up till Ren opened the door. Tipson hadn't been watching Bjorn while he was getting hugged but that had to be when it happened. Playing back the last few moments in Tipson's mind all he could think of was Ren talking to him. It was possible there were other details. Had he seen or heard something totally unrelated to the conversation or some other action going on? The truth was if there weren't others here with mysteries to solve Tipson would wait a minute and then followed after Bo to see what he was up to. Politely remaining silent to not be noticed to interrupt, also known as spying.

Making his way to follow Ren there was yet another interesting sight to stop Tipson. Twins? One wasn't looking at all that good condition. "Right, Tipson technically but friends call me Tipsy," his nickname could confuse some folk on how he got it if they hadn't heard the original variation. To be fair, the nickname could also fit for his drinking habit. He was about to mention her friend not looking well but apparently, the healthy twin noticed the weaker ones' problem just in time to catch her from falling.

So, he was hugged and told it was good to see him again by a person Tipson didn't remember meeting in his past. Bjorn, the host that invited him here had dashed off with a strange urgency that didn't at all fit with what Tipson had seen up to this point. Now someone had to be taken out of the room by a twin after nearly falling on herself. Siren's were starting to go off in Tipson's head. Maybe it was a good thing he'd given Bjorn that collection of gems back.

Tipson wasn't sure if he was so hungry now. The door had been closed behind him, which was a normal enough thing when you enter a house. Tipson had just walked into a house of four strangers who acted strangely. Nah, he was being silly. Probably. Uhm, it still was starting to feel wrong. Tipson was somewhat tired, in a degree of pain, confused, and starting to be a bit concerned but his smile was still in place and his muscles kept relaxed. It was never good to show fear. This might be just a household full of weird but nice folk, or it could be they wanted something else but in both scenarios, it was best to smile.

They don't poison your food after just saving your life and taking you to a doctor, right? Tipson headed into the kitchen. The spaghetti did smell great. "It smells great. Is she alright?" Tipson glanced back where the twins had vanished and he assumed the one twin was surely lying down to rest. "What happened?" Seeing as plates were being put down already Tipson slid into a seat. Maybe he was just overly suspicious but maybe overly suspicious is what kept a good thief alive and safe. Was he screwing up a great meal with suspicion? Well, maybe someone would give him good answers that made sense.

After a second the games of trying to figure out how he knew Ren was suddenly tossed aside as his mind was putting new importance to questions. "I don't recall meeting you? Sorry. Was I drunk?" Manners were for another point and time.