As soon as Marcel said outdoors, Molly smiled. She went to the hutch and pulled out a cellophane envelope, opened it and pulled out a black apron.  Walking up to him she slid it over his head wrapping her arms around him and tied it. She planted a kiss on his cheek looked down at Sheba, her arms still around him. "She does look happy at that. It can't be that she has so much running space, and far from the road, or traffic, can it?"<br/><br/>She stepped back a little to look at him with the apron on. She giggled at the scene on the apron her father had sent her from Hawaii. On the apron was a grill, the cook with his face blackened around his eyes and cheeks as if he was charcoal grilled instead of the steaks. "You're the cook tonight, you decide, but um, don't do it like the little guy there, you've had enough accidents, wait before you start though, I want to get a picture to send to Mom and Dad," she laughed.