"We used to call that a cookout, too," Derek replies. He supposes it's different in different parts of the country; of the world. Their terminology just happens to mesh with this specific subject. "See...but back home, and maybe it was just my pa—rents...but," he says almost starting to say pack before correcting himself to something more socially acceptable, "but you'd have had to have been more specific. Ribs were a barbecue. But a whole pig is a roast. We're picky like that," he says playfully.

He grins a little when she decides that he's going to get grits and when she explains what they are, Derek lifts his eyebrows. "That actually doesn't sound half bad..." he comments thoughtfully, more to himself than in direct response to Lucy.

Derek follows the remaining directions and when he parks, he looks at the restaurant and then back at Lucy with just the slightest bit of surprised incredulity. "...you're sure?" he asks. "I could take you literally anywhere you want," he points out, because money isn't an obstacle for Derek Hale, "this is where you want to eat, for sure? Out of anywhere else?" His tone isn't as incredulous as his expression had been for a second, but lies closer to curiosity than anything else.