"Well, Steve..." Almost absently, Jim sliced the sausage into coins. "It looks like we've spoiled our niece. Was that what we were goin' for?"

The sausage was chicken sausage with some Italian seasonings - even a little tomato to make it slightly red in places, and little pockets of molten mozzarella cheese. He arranged them on a plate and then put them and the bowl of salad onto the table, along with a pair of tongs. "What kind of dressing does everyone want, speaking of?"