She tugs him backwards into the house, a cunning grin on her lips as she gestures to the table waiting for them. "I'm never ready for you, Jim, you're a damn cannonball hurtling into my life," she bitches, but McCoy's always damn happy for that destruction. She just doesn't need him to know that. "C'mon. Eat up and drink. I stole a bottle of the good stuff for us."