Ben shook his head. “And that is true as far as it goes. But they are the second-most-desired guests when I throw a party. There’s a group that I want to invite even more, though they are much harder to find.” He raised an eyebrow at her.
Dash rolled her eyes. “Do not make me guess, for I do not know. Who do you most wish to attend your parties?”
“The people who are not yet anybody, but who will definitely be, at some future time, somebody.” A dreamy look came to his eyes. “There’s nothing quite like having a photo, fifty years down the road, showing that ‘I knew her way back when, before she was famous.’” He looked back at Dash. “Even if Ping and Jam were not already famous, if they were just your friends, they would probably be destined for great things.”
He shook his finger at her. “
