A dangerous gleam flashes in his gaze, grabbing the meat, peppers and skewers. They can come back for the whiskey later, or Jess can, he reasons. She would anyway even if he had nothing to do with it. He follows her out with Rocky hot on his heels and sits on the couch to form an assembly line between them. Though it's surely self-explanatory, he telegraphs the moves of putting the meat on the stick with peppers then onions then another cube of meat then more peppers and onions and placing the fist completed one on the edge of the cutting board on his lap. The dog sits back on his haunches to watch them, already drooling onto the deck and looking back and forth between them waiting for one false move.

"...I like doing stuff like this with you." Normal stuff, is maybe what he means. It sort of slips out, he doesn't want to put her on the spot day one, it's just been a long road for them to get here, and sometimes he can't help ruining a good thing when he has it.