"Sounds great," Peter said, sipping his whiskey. Well, provided that Maureen was still the one. Time would tell, he supposed. "The Leaky it is."
He shrugged in a non-commital sort of way. Christmas was always a tense time of the year, making Mum a bit more anxious than usual, and Dad smoothing things over for her.
"I'll be glad when it's over," he admitted. "I'm more about summer, at any rate. What about you, Suze? You were quieter than usual. Everythimg all right?"