Grace shrugged and put the crudités back in the fridge. I can always take them out when they come back downstairs, she thought. Taking out a chilled bottle of Californian Chenin Blanc her father had sent them, she poured two glasses and brought one to Jim.<br/><br/>"Here you go, honey," she said, setting the glass down near Jim. "And I suppose we could do the roast, too. Just seems like a lot of food. But then, there are more guests coming..." She let her voice wander off as she watched the flames in the barbecue flicker and lick at the coals.