Jack has a question

"Hi honey," Chloe moves to greet her husband, holding her hands out for the large grocery bags he's carrying.

"Hey Seth," Jack greets me as he perfunctorily kisses his wife's cheek, handing over one bag of groceries as he carries the other to the kitchen island. Rooting around in the bag, he draws out a beer and hands it to me. "Did you get a chance to know Chloe better?" He asks as he opens his own beer, glancing at his wife as she moves efficiently around the kitchen, putting the groceries away as she flits from one cabinet to the next.

"We're getting acquainted," I assure him as I open my beer, suppressing a smile as I see Chloe's broad grin behind Jack's back as she looks over at me.

"Good, good," he nods his head, completely missing the motioning towards the back of the house. "I've got to get the meat on the grill. Want to give me a hand?"