The second she says 'walk' Rocky's ears perk up and he's pushing his nose against her legs insistently. Frank turns to watch them and laughs outright at her error.

"If he lets us get through our meal now, sure." It reminds him of walking with her in Reims and then in the villages, always at night and away from prying eyes - that is, until they just didn't care anymore. He wonders if they'll run into any late-season party-goers out here, but he's not that concerned either way. After a brief duck back inside the house, Frank puts two skewers on paper plates for either of them and closes the grill now off so Rocky doesn't eat their leftovers, then brings everything over so they can eat together. Instead of beer bottle against whiskey glass, he taps his stick against hers in cheers before taking a bite and leaning back into his seat to keep watching the waning Sun.