"No milk, one sugar," David called out, fluffing the cushion behind his back. "You have a band? That's so interesting! That must be very fun for you," he said, still eyeing the piano and wondering if people would mind if he had a little go on it later, when they were a bit more relaxed.
"So George, how did you end up here in New York?" he asked, turning to his brother. George did look well, he decided. Very happy and comfortable. "It certainly seems to be suiting you."