What?," she turned her head and caught him snickering. She narrowed her eyes for a moment, watching him prepare the grill. "I am fine, just fine." Molly stood up and went into the kitchen to pour herself a small glass of wine. "Honey, would you care for something to drink before dinner?" The question he asked of her at the same time, caused Molly's face to turn bright red.<br/><br/>She quickly turned away from him through the window and drank down all her wine. "oh boy, this is going to be a wild night, I can tell," she muttered to herself. "I like my steak medium rare, not mooing and not quite dead," she yelled out to him.