“Good,” she grinned and nodded. “I’m doing good too,” she told him, stepping down the steps back off the gazebo onto the walk. “Settled back in after my trip to New York, anyway.”
“That’s right, you bailed,” he teased, grinning. “How was that trip, anyway?”
“It’s really good,” she told him with a smile.
“How’s your brownie?” he asked.