Jenna opened the door to their humble home, inside it was immaculately clean, though there was the smell of something yummy baking. There was also some tropical music playing quietly in the background. "Mom, Dad, I'm home! Brought someone with me." My mom answered back, having a Korean accent. "Go on and sit down in the living room, I'm making Hotteok." I led Henry to the living room, in which there was a TV with multiple consoles and a decent stereo system next to it. There was also a locked gun cabinet beside the entertainment system, it had a few rifles and shotguns. It wasn't a glorious home, but the items inside gave no indication that they were struggling financially. We sat down and after a moment my father came in. He was a big guy, possibly 6' 5" and the physique of a wrestler. He had a big smile on his face as he out stretched a hand to Henry. "Name's Mike, I've heard absolutely nothing about you, Jenna doesn't talk to us near enough about her school life." Then a small Asian woman of maybe 5' 4" came out with a tray of cinnamon and brown sugar filled pancakes. "Here you go, I'll be right back with some lemonade." And she turned around and left again.