The United Kingdoms Of Auradon

"That's your old man? I like him," Greg said with an easy smile. "He missed a few opportunities for good puns in there, but anyone can learn that with time." He pushed off the wall he had been leaning on and offered a hand, having no clue the other redhead had cause to know his face, though not with his hair and eye colour. He could have been Gar's identical twin. Or Gar with hair dye, contact lenses, and a noticeable lack of animal themed clothing. "I'm Greg, by the way."