Very graciously. I don’t do much talking. I play some classic holiday jazz music in the kitchen and keep a strong cocktail within arms reach.
I wash as many dishes as I can until someone relieves me. I always turn down the first reliever, but once the second reliever offers to step in and take over, I hightail it out of the kitchen as soon as I can.
Before I bust that move, I dry and put away as many dishes as I can, sweep the floor, wipe off the counters, and give my wife a big kiss telling her she did a great job hosting.
Then I’m ghost.