"Oh. Ha! Me too. I hope he's a fairytale dad and we can go bowling, and play mini-gold, and drink hot cocoa by the fire. Possibly in a montage." She laughed. She was mostly kidding. Mostly. "Okay, so it seems everyone I meet is a Brit. My new boss at the gallery, Charlie, Mr. Beck, now you!" She beamed. "I've always wanted to visit England. Such nice people seem to come from there."