Derek gives a little facial shrug and one with his shoulders goes to match it. Sounds legit to him. "Works for me," he replies. "I'll take your word for it. He's not sure how great a job he can do, but if she really wants him to and she's actually got the venue, which she apparently does, he's willing to give it a whirl because he does genuinely miss the pig roasts. They used to have them all the time before the fire. It'll be kind of nice to touch base with that memory again.

"Oh, I am," he assures her with a little smirk as he gets out of the car and moves to walk up beside her. He likes the way she takes his hand, if he's honest. It makes him feel more like this is a date, the way he intends it, than just two friends going out for barbecue.

The smell might be heavenly to her, but to Derek, it's a little overwhelming. Not in a bad way, necessarily, just in a...holy shit that's a lot of smells crammed into a very small place sort of way. It's a little distracting...and it's making him even hungrier than he already was. As he picks up the menu to look at it, he laughs a little at Lucy's recommendation. "Yeah?" he asks. There's no other meat on the menu. "I guess I'm having ribs, then," he laughs. "Any other recommendations? I'm starving." It's not true but it's easier than saying, I have to eat twice as much as most men my size because I metabolize my food too fast.