"Not so much," Kaylee says mildly, bending to open the dishwasher. "Think about it some -- last work-related shindig for either of us was for your daddy's work, and we was all formal, and I escaped to the kitchen about halfway through anyhow and left you out there like some kind of mean person."

(She might still be smiling a little.)

"A little traumatic for you, if you squint."