She pushes open the two doors to the patio, where a small fire pit resides. There is no fire, at least not yet.

But a gesture of her hand, and a gout of flame lights the wood beneath the small grill she's set up.

"Right, so," she says - "Preferences? I've got beef, fish, and what I'm pretty sure is pork."

Nearby is a tray with mixed vegetables and such to taste with it, and some cheeses.