Janeen, hearing my words to Kent, of course chimes in.
“I mean, we could have done all of this without him,” Janeen points out, and I can hear the smirk in her voice.
“Not with this much class,” Kent returns calmly, making me laugh. And with that he snaps his fingers, getting Daniel’s attention. “Check that cooler, kid,” he says, and I turn to see Kent lifting his chin towards the covered top of a drink well that is probably filled with booze during parties.
Curious, Daniel flips back the lid and whistles at what he sees. A smile breaks onto his face as he reaches in and produces a chilled bottle of what I can only assume is very expensive champagne.
“Wow, dad,” Daniel says, raising his eyes at Kent. “Sure you don’t want to drink this in a place where it’s so likely to get spilled?”
