[She thumbs towards the food tables further off, which requires adjusting the bottle in that hand so it doesn't slip.]

Attaway then.

[Oh. Meat?]

Wait. 'at way. [Same general direction, just a different table]

Wouldn' try cookin' it on 'im though, 'e'd jus' say he ain't a stove an' burn it. 'less y'like yer meat charcoal'd!