Sylvie + John.
That was true. Dry parties probably existed, and for good reason, but John never wanted to go to one. "I tried," John defended of his cooking -- he liked to think he could handle eggs, but that would be a generous thing to say. Still, once in a while he'd go out his way to attempt to impress the next morning.
It was Sylvie's smile that got him, though. Just something easy like that, it got him smiling too, even if his chest felt a little tight over it. But in a good way. "Yeah?" he asked, not goading so much as just --