Cullen, in keeping with the general tradition of his life, has just barely missed the mark. Here, at this lovely picnic, he has brought a large clay pot filled with a hearty stew that is both delicious and entirely inappropriate for outdoor eating. He did make it himself, though. He spent the whole morning working on this dish, and if no one tries any, he'll still be happy that he at least stepped away from his desk as Christine keeps asking him to. He did something productive.

Wine, though. Wine he can get behind. He accepts a cup, and raises it in Christine's direction when she speaks her simple toast. "I know I can only speak for myself, but I also feel that I'm not alone in thinking that you are a very remarkable woman and I feel lucky to have you as a friend."