Yes, he was eavesdropping. It was his house, and that was his wife who had just nervously marched into the living room armed only with a carton of cherry ice cream and her own neuroses, so it felt justified. Colin stood next to the cracked door listening to the conversation between the two women as the pie began to warm his hands even through the thick potholders. His delay would be noticeable, if the two were not focused entirely on each other. He smiled as the conversation played out. Bee had made a friend. Somehow he felt like a proud parent, though he'd had little enough to do with this particular relationship forming. That made it all the better, though. He realized how little credit he sometimes gave his wife. One more thing to get better about, and maybe having Ardy around would help keep him more honest there.<br/><br/>Colin wasn't a good enough actor to feign ignorance. As he entered with the pie it was clear he'd already heard the resolution of the current crisis, and his smile was genuine. "I guess this is welcome aboard then, Ardy." The sight of the two of them on the couch, with Bethany babbling like she was the one just out of high school, cheered him. Things were going to be all right. With a sudden burst of what would probably count as madcap recklessness on Bethany's scale Colin set the pie directly on the coffee table in front of the TV, scattering the forks next to it. "So when do we make this official? Want to drive over and get your stuff after dinner, or do you need some time to pack?"<br/><br/>