The house blob had lights on, at least there was that to help it stand out just a touch better in the thick snow. Reeve, not even noticing the storm as he poured over his latest sketch of a needed water tower, fliched at the sound of a knock on the door. Not Brigitte it would be a lot louder because she tried to give him fair warning that he was about to get mothered. Steph just forewent the process entirely. So Reeve put down his pencil and left the sun room that had been converted into a lovely office with plenty of table space, and went for the door.

When he opened it he was shocked, more by the clear blizzard that had whipped itself up than by the stranger at his door.

"Oh my, quite a storm," he mused before he truly processed the man there. His shock turned to a softened expression of concern and he stood aside for Leonardo. "Please come in, it would be poor manners to leave you out in that. I'm glad I thought to set a fire in the fireplace earlier."