"You look beautiful," he said. "You're parentally obligated to say that." "True." I made a face at him, then adjusted my seat belt, and said, "Carry on, Jeeves." "Jeeves is a valet, not a chauffeur." "We can't afford both, so you're stuck with double duty." He stopped in front of the house. The windows were dark. "Oh, please," I said. "Not the surprise party thing again." "Better work on your surprised face." I opened the door. "No final words of warning?" "I trust you." I sighed. "That'll be my epitaph someday. So trustworthy. So honest. So boring."