"I was gonna say, not so much," Maddy agreed. "There are nicer, funnier stories to tell."

"Oh!" she added. "Before I forget, you should bring that nice boy of yours to your party thing so I can meet him. Char says good things."

"'That nice boy of yours?'" Jamie asked, smiling slightly and raising an eyebrow. "I thought you were 24, Aunt Maddy, not 54." Maddy flicked the side of his head. "Hush, you."

"I'm sure," Jamie assured him, loading up some soup. "If you're hungry, you should eat."