Phil was suddenly left alone in the living room, holding his glass of wine. There was something going on, he was just starting to get an inkling of it, but he shook his head, having a long sip.
"This is actually a first for me," he said, refilling his glass again. "Hosting dinner, and with two very kind young women." He paused, suddenly looking embarrassed. "Thank you both for the company, I'm very flattered, ladies. Maria, what are you going to make?"
Coulson wandered, slowly, towards the kitchen, wincing again. "And is there anything I can do to help?"