"Grace, I think Rex's point was he comes to ours more because, let's face it, we rock." He laughed as he looked to the rest of them, taking a bite of his ribs and then looking to the guys with a mischievous grin. "So, guys... who's up for a quick rib eating contest? Quarter slab, four ribs... or are you chicken?" It was like back in college, and there was nothing quite so fun, or quite so guy-ish, as a food eating contest. Still gnawing on the bone of his first rib, he walked around looking to the others. "Come on... Rex? Jerry? Bobby?" As he passed each, he gestured at them with his bone as if challenging them playfully.