Don't think he didn't notice that, mister. Grandpa's already making his way down to Red's room, with Florence and his elephant sitting on his hip, and knocking lightly on the door. " Redwald? Come on, Scout, why don't you come hang out in the yard with the kids and I? It's a perfect day to go play in the leaves Dad just raked up. " And he knows three kiddos that are already psyched, but it seems like Florence isn't the only one that could use a bit of a distraction.
Red couldn’t help but whine a little at that- god, doesn’t anyone in this house ever miss anything? See, this is why he stays in his room- at least then he can worry in peace. But this is his…. this is Grandpa they’re talking about. You don’t just ignore Grandpa; not unless you have a death wish, he supposes.
“… Okay.” He’s gotta practice being social, after all.. he’s gonna have two more whole siblings to teach how to exist. At least Florence came partially programmed. So after a brief internal debate, he’s gathering up his boots and scarf and everything else, and putting them on as slowly as possible. “Go on out, I’ll… I’ll catch up.”