[The warning is appreciated for exactly that reason. Fiddleford has to brace himself for Ford's presence. Ford Pines showing up without ample warning is easily at the top of his list of recurring stress dreams.
He has by this point grudgingly set up his own lamp friends on the theory that if he's going to run a business it ought to be easy to get to, so the knock on his door coming so quickly is at least not a surprise. He takes a deep breath in, deep breath out, and opens it. It occurs to him pretty much as he sees Ford's face that they have not actually interacted in person since before, uh. Since a while. Hm!]
Come on in. There's no hole in the floor anymore and I've actually got places to sit.
[It is honestly looking much nicer inside than it used to. The floor's been redone (no hole!) and the walls have been painted a dusty shade of orange that clashes with the herby green cabinets and drawers of the small kitchen. In the open living space there's a small coffee table and several mismatched chairs, one of which has a book under the clearly broken front leg.]
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He has by this point grudgingly set up his own lamp friends on the theory that if he's going to run a business it ought to be easy to get to, so the knock on his door coming so quickly is at least not a surprise. He takes a deep breath in, deep breath out, and opens it. It occurs to him pretty much as he sees Ford's face that they have not actually interacted in person since before, uh. Since a while. Hm!]
Come on in. There's no hole in the floor anymore and I've actually got places to sit.
[It is honestly looking much nicer inside than it used to. The floor's been redone (no hole!) and the walls have been painted a dusty shade of orange that clashes with the herby green cabinets and drawers of the small kitchen. In the open living space there's a small coffee table and several mismatched chairs, one of which has a book under the clearly broken front leg.]