“Come in, come in,” Ellen uttered, waving James along into the house towards the kitchen. “It’s pretty warm today, what with summer coming. I bet you’ve been doing this all afternoon, haven’t you? Why not have a snack and something to drink to refresh yourself?” she offered, fixing him a plate of cookies and a big glass of milk. “You can tell me all about your fundraiser while you do.”
After twenty minutes passed, it was almost impossible for James to get a word in. Ellen was almost conversing with herself, letting out many “ooos” with each flip of the page. He took the time to just enjoy the free food and milk, gazing around her kitchen some more, soaking in the kitschiness of the decor.