Ivy Holden smiled. "Mr. Aldrin, I'll be sure to pass that on to my dad. Especially when he's yelling at me."
Jensen Morrison came in wearing an apron and carrying the roasted rabbit. He greeted the two of them, "Professor Aldrin, Mr. Forrest, welcome! Now that you're here, we can finally eat!"
"Jensen! You've got this skill up your sleeve too? Impressive!" Preston Forrest handed his bag to Polly Phelps, took off his jacket, and asked, "Is there anything else I can do to help?"
"The pork ribs are already stewed. Oh, right, is there any booze?" Jensen Morrison asked the cameraman next to him.
"..." The cameraman pretended not to exist.
"I have some! I brought it!" Preston Forrest said, starting to look for his suitcase. "Where's my luggage?"
A staff member quickly wheeled a large suitcase over.
Preston Forrest opened the suitcase and took out six fist-sized bottles.
