"Good Evening, Leon." Suddenly interrupted any grand thoughts Leon had of continuing that conversation. Looking to the side he saw his Meme standing there, tall and regal. She reminded him of the Queen Elizabeth, not that he'd ever tell her that. "Is this the girl I've heard so much about tonight?"

Meme's eyes tracked up and down Adelaide for a long moment, before cutting back to her grandson. He didn't even have a chance to answer before she'd stepped up to him and started readjusting his coat and smoothing it over like a fussy mother. "This thing is so old. I cannot believe you wore it. Honestly. Now, be a gentleman and get me a drink."

There was no room to question as she all but turned him on heel and pushed him toward the punch.