Grinning to himself, Mark did not fail to notice the subtle looks both Lita and Rio gave each other. Well, Holly might have been out there doing god knows what with that farmhand, but he was here with two also very attractive females and so he felt like he did not really need to complain. Maybe if he played his card rights, this could even mean a threesome later on? In any case, he figured that this Rio-chick must've been pretty lonely out here on the farm.<br/><br/>"Thanks a bunch, I can use a cold one.", he thanked the woman as he accepted the beer from her hand. Opening it on his biceps, a trick he had learned from a frat brother, he knew that this would be a very safe way to impress the ladies. Taking a swish, he was less than impressed by the beer, but it was enough to quench his first and it was offered to him, so he wouldn't complain. Setting it down then, Mark went into the kitchen and helped setting the table with Lita.<br/><br/>Mark had gotten the plates, like Rio had asked him to and set them down on the placemats as a man entered the room. Rio identified him as 'Mr. Alves' and with the respect in her voice and how she said it meant that this was probably the man in charge. Turning around, he saw how the man offered his hand for a handshake, and Mark took it.<br/><br/>"Pleasure to meet you, sir. Mark Winston, University of Arizona.", Mark introduced himself to the man formally. His face looked rather unsettling, like the one he would think a dictator would have, rather unpleasant and obedience-commanding.