"Soooo," Evan mocked with a sly smile and looked over his shoulder while drying his hands with a tea towel, "If you really want more you can always help chop up the mint," he knew what Barty had in mind... Evan always knew what Barty had in mind. Shuffling a little away from Barty he reaches over to the counter where he had a bottle of red already opened (there was a white wine cooling in the ice box) and pours himself a glass. "Mmmm," he hummed happily and smiled at Barty.