Everyone laughed when Jack tried to claim the ribs.
"I think you'll like these. I got the sauce recipe from an American friend," he said. "Apparently different regions over there use different sauces and techniques for ribs. This is a Texas technique where they smoke the ribs and then braise the sauce into the ribs rather than just adding it onto the ribs when they're finished. They cooked on a low fire for hours so that the meat absorbs the most sauce it can and it stays moist and smoky and loaded with flavor."
"Stop talking and let us eat," Edward told him, helping himself to two sections of ribs, giving him six ribs to start with.
"Thank you, Jess," Robert told her. "I appreciate it."
"Oh my lord, are those barbeque ribs?" Gabe asked, coming into the dining room. "Here in England? I thought I'd lost those forever."
"Help yourself. There should be plenty," Michael said.
"Plenty? You could feed thirty people on that pile of ribs," Mira laughed.
"Or one hungry Jack," Robert said.
"The ribs and the corn, and of course the chips, are both things you can eat with your fingers." Gabe told them. "When your fingers get too messy, you can wipe them off with the washcloths Michael has given us all. Or, if you want to do what most American can't resist, they lick the sauce off their fingers and then wipe their fingers off with the washcloths."
"Heathens," Robert said, teasing.
"So, are you satisfied with how the potions lab is coming along, Robert?" Gabe asked.
"Yes," Robert said. "Another day or two and we'll be ready to start bringing in new ingredients and inventorying all that so we can start looking at restocking the potions."
"So perhaps, then, after dinner," Edward said, "we can discuss the larger issues--the problems in Paris."
"Yes, we must," Robert said, not intending to discuss it while Abbey was able to hear any of it.