Rich took a quick glance at the small monitor in the kitchen when the bell rang and grinned. Not everybody was clueless about doorbells, it seemed.
"Hi, no problem, let me take that package for you. Romilda is other end of the flat watching the pregame show." He led the way up the five stairs to the main level. "First bedroom here for coats, guest loo if you fancy a freshen. I'm Richard Summerby - call me Rich, or Bee. I'll be over in the kitchen working on snacks and things while you ladies settle in. Like me to get you an American beer, or I've the usual for mixed drinks?"
With a little bit of smile on his face, Rich headed back to the kitchen mezzanine.