He turned his head when the phone rang, too, and noted she had it set to pick up almost instantly.
"Yeah, I've had a few calls," he said, sipping ther wine as well. His delivery indicated that was an understatement. "Glad you like the wine. It's fruity and interesting, I think. Like... a summer orchard, bottled." She busied herself making sandwiches and asked about his family. "Mine is concerned, sure, but I haven't talked to them about you yet. I wanted to to with you first." He sighed and smiled. "My family is big enough. Mom, Dad, one set of grandparents, three siblings. Judy - that's one of my sisters - was probably Googling your name before I'd even seen the draw results."
Jeff leaned against the counter and watched her for a moment, trying to picture her making sandwiches for them a year from now, two years, five, ten. It wouldn't be chicken salad, though. Not for him. It didn't matter right now, though.