"Ew, pink," Roxanna laughed, wrinkling her nose. "However, if you wanted to buy me a black Mustang...I'm totally kidding, by the way."
"See, Dad?" Jamie asked. "We're all really glad that you're home. No comment about the guilt complex, because you know I have one too."
"Preach," Roxanna said, draining her mug. "And speaking of food, I got all the stuff to make those mini chicken pot pies, so if no one has any objections, I'll cook dinner."