"Darling, I'm French," I reply in a playfully haughty voice, lifting my glass and tipping it toward him. "I like having these small bottles on hand. You never know when there might be something to celebrate."

While Jamie reveals his plan, I sip from my glass and watch him with a fond, pleased look on my face, propping my chin up on my palm. Jamie is such a sweet person, always thinking of others, and Eddie is so lucky. He needs someone like Jamie, I think, just like I need someone like Oliver. Eddie has the tendency to spiral, to treat little things like the end of the world, and I can relate to that. We need calm, thoughtful people to keep us tethered to the ground sometimes.

"I think that's an amazing plan," I assure him, smiling widely and clinking my glass against his. "You'll have to let me know how it goes." My smile goes a bit teasing and I wink at him, because Jamie is so fun to tease. "Once you come up for air, of course."