We decide to give ourselves a week to plan the event. This will give us enough time to plan something great while also not coinciding with the dinners already planned by Luna Kelly for the end of our stay at Clear Pond Pack.
I arrive to the packhouse and before I can knock, the door opens to a flustered Luna Kelly. "I'm sorry dear, I'm not quite ready for you yet," she says, ushering me in. "You can head to my office. There's food and coffee getting sent up there and I should be there in about half an hour. Is that okay?"
She looks truly sincere and apologetic, so I quickly reassure her it's fine. "Not to worry, I'll start brainstorming so we can hit the ground running when you are ready."
"Thank you," she says, rushing off, "I'll see you in a bit."
I head to her office and am not sur
