"Well that's good. Hate to have to call the boys to come finish."
Mary hopped down and checked the potroast. It was practically falling apart, so she turned off the heat and lifted it out of the pot. She set it on a carving board and covered it with foil. Then she fished out the carrots and started to make the gravy in the pot. "Bobby? Can you get the gravy stuff out of the fridge? Its got an orange cap."