Well I don’t.  “I am going to help Ann Marie in the kitchen” is code for… what?  I need to leave the room?  I can’t stand being around you? I need to leave you and Johnny alone so he can rough you up a bit?

But of course the dinner invitation is accepted at the first mention.  Mark is accustomed to being fed wherever he goes.  Other than the odd shore-lunch of freshly caught trout over an open flame, this man knows nothing of preparing food…  “I wonder if they serve coffee in this joint,” he must be thinking…

And there’s Johnny, looking all chisel faced, hewn from the granite that no doubt makes up the sub-strata of the lake bed where all of the Senator’s political enemies lay sleeping… with the fishes.