work. “It is a good arrangement, right? We’ve got to get all this eaten up. Cassie moved everyone out here, so less food is gettin’ eaten up, and I’m left having to … juggle her own hired staff. I didn’t ask to work this party! Did I cater all the food? No. Just the sweets. But here I am, arranging some other person’s food onto platters, and—” He stops himself. “Sorry, if you let me carry on whining, we’ll be here until three in the morning. Or is it already three? Don’t answer that, I don’t want to know.” He laughs at himself, then eyes me quite suddenly. “By the way, in your opinion,
