A compliment? Kitty's smile grew. Calvin Rankin paid her a compliment. She couldn't help but be a little proud about that, but it really went to show how far they'd come along in their relationship. Kitty didn't press her luck, though, and accepted it only with the smile on her face, and sat into the chair next to him and leaned against the armrest. "Kurt," she corrected, "and everyone's doing well. I'm sure you heard about the wedding--" At that, Kitty frowned, but shook her head and didn't go into details in the event that he'd already gotten them. It had been all over the media.
"What you probably didn't hear about, though, was Wicked's Bachelorette party." Which was no where near as depressing and probably better to talk about. "Rogue took us to New Orleans. Oh my god, Calvin. Voodoo and a drunken bridal party should never mix. Ever."