Re: [Gunster Dinner]
Connie looked up to see Patrick dressed like a slacker elf and she just shook her head at him with a smile. She had a hard time imagining him wearing a nice shirt, anyway, so as long as he was here to be her emotional support, she didn't care what he wore. "Thanks for not wearing your 420 evvurryday shirt." She grinned and let him set the table. She didn't even try to fix the napkins or get out the water glasses. She knew he could handle it. Probably. Unless hanging out with squirrels every day ruined his table manners.
"Yeah, that's the good thing. We'll have a lot to talk about. It's been what? Like 20 years?" Connie's eyes seemed to suddenly go a long distance. "I'm so old." She said, like she was standing over the Grand Canyon at the age of 70. Connie snapped out of it when he said he'd take notes and laughed, sipping her wine. "No, you can take him out for basketball and I'll throw snowballs at you guys while you try to play."
When he was close enough, she reached to touch his arm. "Thanks for being here." She told him with a smile and shook his arm so he knew he didn't have to say anything back. Connie had figured out how to do things on her own, but it was nice having him here in case things got weird. There was a knock on the door and Connie got to her feet, answering it with her jack-o-lantern grin.
"Adrian~" She said, eyes going a bit wide because he looked a lot like Webster. "Come on in."