Rich looked up from the pot he was stirring when Romi came out of the bedroom and mouthed a silent 'Wow'. "Well just saying, but those legs should certainly be kept warm. Love the outfit; certainly goes with football."
"I've got Sam Adams lager, which is pretty good, Budweiser, which is tolerable, and Pabst Blue Ribbon, which is supposed to be a blue-collar beer, which I have never tried." He shook his head. "Chili cheese nachos are about ready, and I've got everything ready to cook dinner later. We can open the wine then."
He waved toward the back corner of the flat. "Telly is just around the corner from the kitchen, convenient for snacking. I've got the start of the pregame show queued up on the tape if you want to roll it. It runs for bloody hours, so we can skip bits later if you like when Stacey shows up, or rewind and rewatch any you think are especially interesting. Magazine on the side table there has a quick writeup on the rules of the game and something about the two teams. Pictures of the cheerleaders, too." Rich flashed a quick grin. "Since, you know, you seemed to be interested."