[Potironette]

Luck shrugged, "Nuthin' much. But they're-" He paused, "It's fine." He knew his parents would harp on him later, but for Rune it was fine. He opened the door to the unlit dark of his sleepy home.

He let go of Rune's wrist, just then remembering he had been holding onto it. He closed the door behind them and moved to show Rune the living room. It was a dark space, for the curtains were eternally drawn. The hard backed chairs were arranged around a square wood table. Connected to the living room was a small kitchen. "There's cold spaghetti in that fridge," Luck remarked. Then he pointed up to the carpeted steps. "The first room is mine, you can sleep on the bed there at night. The bathroom's at either end of the hallway up there."