"I'll have another, Robert," Lucy said.
"Oui..." Robert said, taking Lucy's glass from next to the tub.
He walked to the small outdoor refrigerator and refilled Lucy's glass, then brought it back to her before heading to the kitchen with some dirty dishes. He loaded the dishes into the dishwasher and started to look through the refrigerator to see what was available for dinner. Dissatisfied with some of the options, he decided he would need to arrange a trip to the market in the next day or so. Using meat from the freezer was unacceptable. Everything had to be the best.
He headed back outside, stopping by the mirror for a moment to smooth his outfit. Satisfied everything there was neat as well, he headed back outside...everything there was so messy, and Monsieur Lucy inviting more people over...they might not have enough food and he wasn't going to be responsible for a substandard offering. He muttered to himself in French as a child ran past him toward the hot tub. He passed by Mollie. "Are there any more snacks?"
"In the kitchen, I will get them," Robert said.
"No, you're busy," she said. "I'll take care of it," she said. She looked over at Biff and Ethan having an involved conversation and giggling and shrugged, turning to go inside.
Robert felt annoyed. He'd said he'd gotten them...everyone was so impatient. He turned around and hurried toward the kitchen. Mollie had already gotten into the fridge looking for food. "I will get it..." He insisted, his French accent growing thicker with his annoyance.
"I don't need help..." Mollie insisted, sounding rather American still. He turned around, towering over Robert by at least half a foot. "What is with you?"
Robert paused, looking up at the strong and powerful looking Mollie. "There is nothing wrong with me," he insisted, his voice going up an octave.
Mollie grabbed him gently by the shoulders. "Just...calm down."
