The Panthers are up 3-0 in the Stanley Cup finals against Edmonton, so naturally, Matthew's in a very good mood.

"No, Draisaitl didn't drop the gloves with me. He's all bark - no bite." Matthew smirks to himself as he talks on the phone (presumably to Brady, who's still enjoying the vacation time that comes with playing for a shitty team).

He glances over his shoulder while dragging his suitcases into his hotel, seeing a familiar face. He immediately starts to grin. "Well hello, beautiful! Didn't think you'd fly all the way out to Edmonton to see me."