Okay, that was definitely Bobby's cue to stop lurking and rejoin the conversation, especially since the topic had moved onto more comfortable ground by his measurements. He ducked back outside with the package of bacon and three literally frosty beers, tossing the frozen meat onto the table to start thawing as he passed out the beers to everyone. "Sorry, had trouble finding it," he said with a chipper smile for Em, deliberately avoiding looking at John. He knew John knew what he'd been doing, and he'd probably get shit for it later.