Maddy smiled from her spot in the kitchen. "Thank you," she told him. "It's on the 18th at 3, I'll text you the address." She started cutting into her pan of chocolate and peanut butter bars, looking over when he mentioned John Barrowman.
"I swear, he gets better looking every year, it's so unfair," she laughed. "Thank you, I have just the place for it." She dished each of them up a huge portion of treats, pulling the milk out of the fridge and pouring two glasses. "Sit, sit," she added, waving at the chairs and couch.