Marcel grinned real big before he said "Alright I'll make sure it ain't mooin' fer ya." as he threw the meat on the grill. "Now as fer that drink what ya have in mind if ya don'd mind me askin'?" He stabbed the meat a couple of times with the meat fork to ensure that it would cook evenly. :"If it's a beer I don't think my meds will allow fer that so till dinner time I'll leave it up to ya so I don't get in trouble." Marcel grinned bigger as he watched her for a bit and allowed his mind to wander for a second thinking of mischief.