"If he arrives, I will introduce you to him personally, so long as you promise to call him a baby in front of his face so I can see his reaction."

She wouldn't miss that for the world. She can half picture it in her mind's eye, the way his gaze would narrow trying to decipher if it was a jest, an insult, or something else entirely.

"That is, of course, assuming he remembers me. But one can always hope."