The plan seemed to form without him, and Richard knew enough to just grin and hold on for the ride. "That sounds great. Good liquor, good company, something that isn't macaroni and cheese. Got it. Exactly what were you thinking for lunch? I want to make sure I have what it takes while I'm here." He surveyed the contents of his cart and pushed things around a little, considering. "I can do several things, depending on how hungry you are. I specialize in home-baked bread, though that takes a while to bake." His smile was a little wry at that, knowing it wasn't a very manly thing to be so good at. "My roasts are dinner meals, my fried chicken requires cornflakes... anyway, what's your pleasure?" The question came with a raised eyebrow and a grin that left it open to interpretation.