"I don't know about the cruddy-tees..." he mispronounced the word, not to be funny, but because he grew up in the American military world, not the world of high culture. "...I mean only two of our guests are here, plus the ribs will take a few hours--though I was planning on doing the roast in the grill too, this thing's supposed to slow cook pretty nice." He yelled to her as he fanned the fire, getting the embers to a good temperature. "Oh and... well I guess I'll start out the afternoon with a white wine. That's Dr. Kissinger's recommendation."