Caydance put her hands on his shoulders, gently kissed the back of his neck. "Would you like some Cuban rum cake, vanilla ice cream, and champagne or coffee?" she asked. "Or..."
"Or", he replied, standing up and demonstrating what he meant. "And then we can have cake, ice cream, and champagne, study for an hour or two, talk about artists books, look through catalogs with clothes for my Dad in mind, and discuss strategies for dealing with the Huskies' defense, until it is bedtime."