Where Torie's scent would lead Iggy would be to a rather nice looking home, one the likes of which Torie had actually managed to purchase with the fat stack of Jewel from his first job, as well as the money that Iggy had given him. It was the kind of home that you'd see in a story about an average man, a plain brick house with a thick burgundy roofing atop it. It sat at two stories and it looked rather pristine in general. It was clear, at the very least, that Torie hadn't **DESTROYED** his house in two weeks. Of course, he was as cautious as possible, especially since his sisters were the ones who picked it out.

When Iggy started shouting and yelling, the door to the house slowly opened. A girl around the age of 10, wearing pajamas decorated in Fairy Tail guild marks answered and said: **"Torie...there's a strange guy yelling for you outside...he's weird."** Another girl, around 14 came around wearing a white tank-top and jeans.**"...Torie, there's some guy here screaming for you...he's blonde."** Then, Torie, wearing an apron and the most french chef hat ever came out. **"...Oh!"** Torie's eyes went wide and a beaming smile crossed his face. **"IGGY! HOW YOU FEELING!?"** he yelled while waving, while the older sister ran back in, saying: **"The ham is gonna burn!"**