“I brought some brownies.”
“They look delicious. Thanks. Do you have a tray?”
“A tray. Something nice to set them out on?”
In the other room, ten people stood talking quietly. Some held crystal cut tumblers, others long-stemmed wine glasses, and a few shoved their hands deep in their pockets. In the kitchen, the two of them argued with clenched smiles.
“Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded if you’d tried a little harder.”
“Then put them on a fucking plate. Jesus.”
“It’s not just the brownies. I mean, it is, mostly. But there’s that other thing, you know, too.”