With a shrug of those broad shoulders John moved back to the porch; setting the tray of ribs down on the table in from of the other chair, before stepping inside his trailer to grab the utensils and plates. A moment later he finally emerged and set them down for her, nodding to the pitcher of pulque and the spare glass. "Well tuck in, and help yourself." There was no look of annoyance when she spoke of not being able to make it home with the food. If anything the man understood all too well, since the smell of the cooking meat had been making him hungry for the last hour. Without pausing he moved back to the grill again, snagged a sizzling slab of steak right off the hot metal grill, and even as he moved to sit down again Bear was already ripping into the meat with his teeth. Wolfing down a large bite before he even sat down.