Francis rose a brow. "Friends can... take time. Maybe you'll find friends in Whitby."He said and just then heard someone come through the front door. "Ah!" He let out a small squeak of surprise. He immediately grabbed everything off the table, including their 'art' and scooped it into a bin and pushed it aside. He waved Cheri to come so the could run out the back and pretend to have had nothing to do with it.