Noah's glad Freddie's home, and by himself, he hopes, not wanting to walk in on the middle of anything. He does look a bit rumpled, his clothes probably the ones he woke up in, his hair free of product.

Noah purses his lips a moment, trying not to smirk, to grin too much. "Grandma?" he asks in a sweet voice, batting his wide, innocent eyes. "My, what big teeth you have. May I come in, please?"