[he smiles, a smile for her, but he's watching the ribs on the grill like a hawk. The sauce was caramelizing beautifully... he pokes at the meat with a large fork, then pulls a meat thermometer out of the little tool belt around his waist and jams it into the meat] Oh I hear ya. If cooking weren't, like, my whole thing, I'd probably be the same way. [he turns and gives her the grin directly, now] Not a chef yet! I have another year or two! But it does smell pretty fantastic, right? I made the sauce myself.

[he taps the thermometer, and he seems pleased with the temperature. He removes it and then moves the rack o' ribs to a platter nearby] Give it a few minutes to rest!