“How's the design draft for her studio coming along?" Rosalynn sampled a piece of fish, savoring the taste.

“Annalise is quite the handful.” Keegan sighed helplessly.

“Whenever she has an idea, she shares it with me. She calls and talks to me for lengthy periods, when she could have conveyed her thoughts in just two minutes. She probably had the food sent over today because she felt guilty for being such a nuisance."

"I doubt that's the case." Rosalynn regarded him knowingly.

Keegan looked puzzled.