"No, wait," Ray lurched forward and grabbed Asher's forearm as he reached for his jacket. "Let, let me cook you something," he exclaimed, more babbling tumbling out of his mouth. "In the kitchen. I'll surprise you." Cooking was impressive. His Ma always told him to cook for women if he wanted to find himself a wife.

Not that Asher fitted that description. Though he had yelled at Ray other women had in the past...