"I don't know. Less variety, maybe?" she answered with a grin. "Maybe legit ribs but with store bought sides? That's how my parents always did it. You had ribs and shrimp and that cool salad thing." Very eloquently put, as she followed behind him, the skin of his shoulders occasionally flickering into view.
"I thought about cooking for you sometime, but I don't know. I feel like I can't live up to this standard."