“Is this for the old camera body?” Chelsea asked, her eyes already darting back to her phone.

“I mostly do vertical video for my brand clients now.”

Arthur sat in his recliner with his hands resting on his stomach.

He looked down at the carpet between his boots.

“No leather coat for your old man this year, Iris?” he asked.

“I stuck to the list Mom emailed me,” I said, keeping my hands flat on my knees.

“Chelsea brought home three cases of small-batch pinot and custom framed prints for the hallway,” Arthur said, tapping his signet ring on the wooden armrest.