"You maaaay or may not have a picture of me in a bad suit hanging on a wall somewhere." Grant laughed. "Teens, you know."

"Oh yeah. Who can have the best charity event, who hires the more talented celloist, who has the nicer tableclothes. Sometimes the town wins, most of the time it doesn't." He shrugged, peeking inside a box because at this point he had no idea where anything was. "Lotta expectations around here."