OH, STOP IT, YOU SILVER-TONGUED DEVIL. MY HAIR’S ATROCIOUS AND I’VE GOT PURSES SMALLER THAN THE BAGS UNDER MY EYES, BUT IT’S STILL SWEET OF YOU TO SAY. ANYWAY, WHAT BRINGS YOU BY? I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN AGES. NOT SINCE THAT LITTLE COCKTAIL SOIRÉE AT MADELEINE’S.