“Do you think this Rose would let me use my special marinade?” Henry asks, coming back outside.

“Huh?” Kevin asks, nearly dropping the ring into the grass.

“Honest to Pete, I have this special marinade,” Henry says.  He takes a swig of beer.  “Just some secret ingredients, I’d say.  Would you mind turning the steaks for me?  Here’s the flipper.”  He hands Kevin a metal spatula.