Jim made sure the ribs were well-basted, taking sips of the wine and trying to avoid wincing. He was much more of a beer kind of guy, but Dr. Kissinger kept saying wine was an acquired taste... so he should acquire it, right? Fanning some of the smoke away from the grill, he turned down the heat of the coals before turning back to the guests, closing the grill so that the ribs could slowly cook inside it. His glance moved over the crowd who had assembled and rested on Bobby.<br/><br/>Wiping his hands on a towel near the grill, Jim approached Bobby casually, giving him a smile and a wave. "Hey Bobby! Glad to see you could make it, man. Where's Dani?" He looked around, searching absentmindedly for Bobby's absent wife. He was obviously a little oblivious to the conversations that had happened earlier, but Jim was an enthusiastic griller and it was sometimes hard for him to break his concentration, even for his old friends.