"You all packed?" Dick asked, tossing his duffel bag to their (empty) doorway. "Our flight leaves at six, babe."
Kory glanced up from her magazine, took in the carryon he was and tilted her head in confusion.
"Don't you remember? Donna's wedding present was sending our things ahead to the hotel, Dick." She flipped the magazine closed and put it in the stack. "You don't need to worry about it – I packed everything and Donna took care of the rest."
"How do I not remember that?" He shook his head and dropped the carryon near the duffel. "Is that why I couldn't find anything I needed in the closet?"