"Oh wait... rock's no good for dinner..." Jim smiled as he walked over to the 8-track, taking the Led Zeppelin tape out and replacing it with some classical string quartet or other to match the mood as things slowed down and relaxed from what had been a relaxing but energetic afternoon.<br/><br/>He ran into the house for a second, pulling out a bottle of Malbec and fumbling a few times with the corkscrew, muttering under his breath until he got the thing open. Pouring the wine awkwardly into a decanter, he swished it around for a bit, looking to Grace as if he were seeking approval before putting it down and pouring a tad bit into a glass, smelling it and tasting it before pouring two glasses and bringing them over to Grace's lounger.<br/><br/>"Here you go, love..." He said loudly, then whispered to her, "Did I do that right?" with a grin. He took a seat next to her, holding his plate in his lap as he took a sip of the wine. The sun was setting behind the patio in a long Maryland twilight, and Jim stared off at the horizon, where the beach and shore lay beyond, pulling Grace close as he ate his meal.