"Dammit, Hardison, put that away!" Eliot roared before Hardison could apply the barbecue sauce to the steak in front of him.

"What's wrong with a little BBQ for your cooked meats?" Hardison protested, setting the bottle down.

"Sauce is for complementing the flavors that are already present," Eliot said, glaring at Parker, who was already halfway through her own steak without being noticed, "not for overpowering it."