"Oh, dozens of plans," Thom said with a lazy shrug. "But they're all at the half-formed stage at the moment. We'll have to see how the World Cup roster turns out." Thom threw of lot of spur-of-the-moment events, based on things that had only been fleeting thoughts two weeks prior. This was probably not something his wife found endearing, but he had never bothered to ask, and anyway, she'd known he had a proclivity for such things before they'd married. It was definitely not something his assistant appreciated, since the brunt of the planning responsibility for these events fell on his shoulders, but that was why Thom paid him — to put up with things like that.

"I'll let you know when your presence is required," he joked, sipping on his drink. "But I won't have time to drag you out to other people's parties. You'll have to take some initiative for socializing on your own shoulders," he chided lightly.