It was clear that Queenie was well-liked. She and Willow chatted like old friends, their conversation free of any awkwardness.

"Oh, is that so? That must've slipped my mind. Everyone, please sit," Clement said warmly, raising his glass.

"Our previous neighbors were all elderly folks. My wife and I are pretty sociable, so it's great to finally have a group like this together. Let me start things off with a toast!"

The others joined in, raising their glasses.

Felix smiled and added, "From now on, just call me Felix. Calling me 'Dr. Zeller' feels too formal. We're all neighbors here."

As the drinks kept flowing, Clement reached for the wine decanter again.

"Honey, you need to slow down!" Willow said hurriedly. "You've got that business trip to Yartford tomorrow."

"Relax! Don't you know my tolerance by now? Don't kill the mood!" he replied.

Without pushing further, Willow got up and left the room to settle the bill. She knew how things would play out—Clement would drink too much,