A grape was tossed into the air, with Neal's mouth as the catching mitt. It went in there with a gulp, and he chewed and swallowed. That took talent. "Nah, you'd take the best care of me, right? I'm the one gutting the fish." In went another grape, caught after being tossed. "But yeah, you know...someone has to show you the true joy in life. What do you even do, when you're not working?"
Besides tool around in that fancy car of his and...well, Neal didn't know what else. But he hoped there were some hobbies there. Puppy eyes back, he had grabby hands for the basket. "Where are the rest of the truffles?" And the booze, was he still not allowed to have the booze?