"Spaghetti, huh? And homemade sauce? Sounds like an offer I can't refuse, though don't rush those people out. Never know, might have some fun with all of them!" he retorted, grinning broadly.
He checked Nathan's address, the two of them having swapped details on Sunday in Westport when making arrangements to drive down the following weekend for the Festival. "I'll bring the wine," he told him, eyes looking out the window but seeing Nathan in full voice instead of the scenery he normally looked at.