"I'll be just a moment," Andrew said, ducking into the kitchen for a glass of water. He returned and handed it to his guest. "I don't mind, really, though I am glad to be shut of my office for the night." Settling back into his chair, he crossed one leg over the other. "It's a great event, and while it has taken some effort to get it over the ground - pardon the poor humor - I think it will accomplish the goals we've set. Myron had a very good idea." Enough shop talk, he decided. They'd get to that momentarily. Nora had a job to do, after all.
This time when he smiled it was more genuine. He looked down at where the fingers of his left hand had seemingly found a loose thread in his trousers. Must get that mended, he thought. "We're doing all right. She's here less than I am and some days it's literally just to sleep, I think. As far as eating, yes, when we remember. She reminds me and I try to remind her." Andrew's smile widened a bit. "I don't think she'd mind you asking about our relationship either, so long as nothing scandalous ends up in the papers." Not that there was anything to hide; they were perfectly happy, if worn out. "I'm sure when everything has settled, she'll be asking you round for dinner."