Justin followed Dean into the kitchen, his nose perking up at the wonderful scents that greeted him. A smile came over him - good food had always been a surefire way to his heart.
"I'll have a real beer," he replied distractedly, missing the potential for innuendo as he grabbed a wooden spoon and poked it into the chicken, then brought the sauce to his lips for a taste.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he moaned as he licked the spoon clean. "You have got to give me your repice for this, mate. I wonder if Mags could make it as well as you do?"