know what I’m asking, Rio.” Stevie joins us in the kitchen. “Oh, don’t mind me, I’m…” She looks around for something to do, a reason she’d need to be in the kitchen right now. “Helping with the wine.” “And I’m doing dishes,” Kennedy says, carrying a single plate to the sink. A single clean plate. “I’ll be honest here. I’m being nosy.” Miller hops onto the kitchen counter, taking a seat.
