Hell, he's right. Why not? The weather's clear enough. In the event that she gets too drunk to haul it back in, he can do it. The hardwood floors are hardly in pristine condition. A couple more nicks and scratches won't lose him the security deposit.
Jess carries the couch out, losing a cushion while wedging herself through the door. As soon as she makes for it to pick it up, Rocky dashes for it to snatch it up first. She scoops it right before his teeth chomp down on the air where it had just been. Once she reinserts it into the couch, Rocky jumps up, hopping from pillow to pillow, then jumps back down and bounds for the water. He barks up a chorus when his paws hit the lake, which doesn't distract Frank. She won't worry about Rocky, in that case, but she will angle her chair to give her a view of both him and the grillmaster.
She disappears inside to find and use the bathroom. Returning outside, she grabs their drinks. She contemplates grabbing the whiskey bottle to refill them but it can wait until it's time to get the plates and silverware. On the deck, she sets his glass on the seat of the unoccupied chair and occupies her own chair with drink in hand.
"I could eat." She's learning, too, though she'll have to watch him cook on the grill more than once to pick up what details she missed. Her attention is split, and if it weren't, she wouldn't be overt about it, lest he consciously teach her something. "Tell me what we're having and I can take some of the prep work off your hands."
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Jess carries the couch out, losing a cushion while wedging herself through the door. As soon as she makes for it to pick it up, Rocky dashes for it to snatch it up first. She scoops it right before his teeth chomp down on the air where it had just been. Once she reinserts it into the couch, Rocky jumps up, hopping from pillow to pillow, then jumps back down and bounds for the water. He barks up a chorus when his paws hit the lake, which doesn't distract Frank. She won't worry about Rocky, in that case, but she will angle her chair to give her a view of both him and the grillmaster.
She disappears inside to find and use the bathroom. Returning outside, she grabs their drinks. She contemplates grabbing the whiskey bottle to refill them but it can wait until it's time to get the plates and silverware. On the deck, she sets his glass on the seat of the unoccupied chair and occupies her own chair with drink in hand.
"I could eat." She's learning, too, though she'll have to watch him cook on the grill more than once to pick up what details she missed. Her attention is split, and if it weren't, she wouldn't be overt about it, lest he consciously teach her something. "Tell me what we're having and I can take some of the prep work off your hands."