John smirked over at her, finally rising from his tinkering with the electronics in the other corner to come and shake her hand. "Well, you see, Connor kinda had this besotted little grin on his face, but he wouldn't say a word. So Colby and I, we conference-called Kayla and dished to her, and she bet I was wrong, and I said I was right." He grinned. "I'm John, as I'm sure you've guessed. It's good to meet you, Emily. And your little girl. I've got a little boy a little older than her," he said, moving to the side and picking up another guitar to tune it idly as they talked.
Connor moved to sit down on the couch, inviting her with a gesture to join him if she wanted.
Colby eyed her contemplatively. Well, he could welch on the bet if she asked anything too horrible of him, he supposed, though he disliked the thought. And Connor wouldn't have invited her along if he thought she'd do something like that. It was just his slightly cynical side talking, paranoia that did help him when it came to the media these days. "You've got a deal," he said after a moment, holding his hand out to her. "Just don't ask anything too horrible or such," he added, thinking it best to cover the bases like that.