Grace had heard the conversation, though it was on the periphery of her consciousness. Opening her eyes to look up at those gathered in the kitchen nook, she said, "No, I don't think it's enough either, but I'm sure you can make it up to her tomorrow. It's getting late." She looked up at the clock again, noting it was getting closer and closer to 3am. "I think a nice little parade around the pool on your shoulders might work," she suggested. "All hail Tessa, Goddess of the Bottomless Stomach, rah rah and all that..." Grace winked over at Tessa and looked over at Terry on the couch next to her. "I think that's fair. Sorry for not being a better hostess tonight, just worried about Jim a little, ya know?" Patting Terry's knee, she snuggled into the couch once more, closing her eyes and thinking of her dear Jimbo.