This time, it was Jim looking innocent before helping to distribute the drinks around the table. He knew what he'd done. He'd deal with it later. "Smells good, Steve. I'm glad I let you cook. I'm gonna have the oven taken up most of the day tomorrow with a roast - Steve's request, so I'm cookin' it, but anything else anybody wants to cook needs to be on the stovetop or microwave or whatever."

He considered that fair warning as he took a seat at the table, pushing out the seat beside him for Steve.