Bill chuckled. "I quite like our cottage too," he said with a smile. "This is nice for a change though. Let's me feel as if I'm spoiling you a little bit."
His arm was tight around her waist, feeling her body close to his. "Champagne it is, then," he said. "And I can eat later, there is plenty of food around, it will be here later too."
"By the way, do you know what is going on with our youngest daughter? She said she had boy problems but then closed up like a clam. I was wondering if she'd spoken to you about it." He worried about his children, even if he did not like to pry.