Shae hesitated for a moment as he dried his freshly cleaned hands on his cooking apron, eyeing the proffered wine bottle with confusion. He probably should have expected someone to bring some sort of contribution- hell, wasn't Kami supposed to provide dessert?- but he was pretty unaccustomed to throwing dinner parties, and even moreso to acting as host. Far as he was concerned, tonight wasn't even really a dinner party, per se...he was just being generous with his neighbors. A communal supper. Was that really such a strange idea?
His fridge was stocked with enough beer to go around, but the addition of the Spatlese brought a more formal edge to the evening than he'd intended; not that he was one to turn up his nose at alcohol in any form, mind you...he just wasn't quite prepared.
"Uhhhh," he returned as gracefully as possible, rifling through the cabinet beside the sink and emerging with a bag of square-bottomed plastic cups that he immediately thrust in Cara's direction. "Jes' put it in da cup, Miss Cara. I' take a little raght now. Shae Dufraisne, by da way."
Some people might feel sheepish or apologetic given the circumstances; Shae, on the other hand, felt thirsty. He glanced over his guest again, taking stock of her appearance with an ever-widening grin. "'Dis may not be 'da kinda dinnuh you had in min', dawlin'," he chuckled, stirring the contents of the pot before giving it one last examination. Perfect. "But you look awf'lly pretteh in dat dress."
From there, Shae worked easily, moving with a grace that belied his somewhat uncultured demeanor as he filled a couple of bowls with rice and expertly ladled the gumbo over top. He presented the finished product to Cara with an expectant smile, gesturing with his head for her to take a seat on the couch.
...hm, was the fact that he didn't actually have a dinner table going to be a problem?