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Baldrick and Wolf wheel out the massive BBQ to the lakeside. All the traditional 4th July foods are here: apart from an incredible selection of meats, there's corn on the cob, baked beans, watermelon...

He leaves a huge notice in the bar directing people outside for BBQ dinner specials.

"OK GUYS! BBQ TIME! What'll it be?"

[ooc: Baldrick-mun is not here, but Wolf-mun is!]

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[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Wolf, to his credit, is not eating the ingredients as he cooks. He cannot help himself, however, and has a plate next to his side of the BBQ, and has a small portion of the grill constantly cooking another random bit of meat.

But he's being very moderate about it.

For Wolf.

[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

Clarice, though not in red, white, and blue, is out by the lake at the barbeque nevertheless.

"Hi, Wolf," she says with a smile. "I haven't seen you in ages."

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He grins at her, and waves with the spatula. "Clarice! Huff puff, it's so good to see you!"

Wolf looks a little sheepish, but remarks, "I've just been keeping myself busy in the kitchens... And trying to help Virginia," he adds.

"Do you want something to eat?" he asks brightly.

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"My job's kept me busy, too," Clarice says. Ruefully, she thinks, We'll see if it ever does again, but ...

"Sure, I'd love something. What've you got?" After a thoughtful pause, she adds, "Who's Virginia?"

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Wolf gestures at the grill, on which just about every sort of grill+and+bbq meat imaginable is cooking. "What do you want? Ribs, chicken, hamburgers - I don't understand that name, they're made out of beef, not pork - and hot dogs, sausages..." And, knowing Wolf, probably bacon too. After all. Bacon burgers! Mmm.

"Oh! She's my scrumptious, savory, wonderful, beautiful, absolutely magnificent ma- fiance!"

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Clarice can't help chuckling a little at the array of meats.

"How about starting with a hot dog?" she says.

She smiles, again about to laugh at the descriptors. "Fiancee? Good for you. I'll have to meet her sometime."

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Since spatulas and hot-dogs don't mix, Wolf picks up the tongs and deftly arranges a bun on a plate with one hand while finding the perfect hot-dog with the other. He sets the frank snugly in the bread, and hands it to her with a smile. "Oh yes, you will definitely have to! She's absolutely wonderful!"

No, he's not biased in the least.

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Clarice takes the hot dog. "Thanks."

She grins; she'd normally be a little more skeptical of such openly romantic sentiments, but Wolf's enthusiasm is infectious. "I'll bet."

She takes a bite. Mmmm. It's been a long time since she's had a hot dog.

"Other than that, how've you been?" she asks. "This is great, by the way."

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Taking the opportunity of tongs in hand, Wolf turns over various foods. "She is!" he affirms, nodding enthusiastically.

"Good!" Yeah. That's it. He's been completely happy, and not worrying about his mate not wanting the cub, or a madman out to kill him and his family and friends. Yes. He's just fine.

"I learned what pizza was, the other day."

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*Snow is there with the twins. Millie is drooling and would commend Wolf's restraint if her attention wasn't so focused*

Good evening, Wolf. How have you been?

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Not blind to the pup's shared plight, Wolf deftly spears a hot-dog (one of good quality, not the ones you get in a regular American supermarket. Ball Park franks, these are not.) with a fork and, looking to Snow for permission, holds it out.

"Wonderful! I get to do a lot in the kitchen now, and I've been helping Virginia, too. And reading cookbooks. I like to experiment with recipes. Would you like something?"

Because food is the universal happiness. In Wolf's eyes, anyways.

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*Snow nods and Millie chomps it with a grin*

Wonderful news. If your work in the kitchen has been anything like our wedding reception, they're lucky to have you.

*she looks to the grill. Her mouth's starting to water, too*

Certainly. What do you have?

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He grins, obviously pleased at the compliment. Actually, pleased is too mild of a word. Wolf looks at the grill and pokes at a side of ribs, not knowing what to say. His tail is flagged, though. Snow may have just made his day.

Wolf looks up, bright again. "Just about anything that you're supposed to eat at a bbq, and some things that your not. Ribs, chicken, hamburgers, sausages, hot-dogs, steak, and we could probably make kabobs or some other food, if it was grillable."

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*Snow grins*

I think I'll have the chicken. Millie . . . *a glance to her daughter, who has managed to mangle and finish off the hot dog already* perhaps a couple hamburgers, no bun, and break them up a bit?

*she glances to where Wade is drifting over the grill, enjoying the wafting smell of the barbacue*

And I think Wade will just help himself.

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Since Wolf does not know Snow's particular favourite, he deposits one bbq-sauce-covered drumstick on the plate, and then a citrus-herb marinated drumstick on the plate. Millie's plate gets a few juicy burgers (never well-done. Crispy is only good for fried food, and bacon), stacked and cut to bite-sized pieces with a knife.

Wade... bemuses Wolf. He's looking up at the air-baby, and just sort of staring, with "I am confused" stamped on his forehead.

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*Snow notes the confusion and realizes an explanation is needed*

Wade isn't substantial enough to have solid food, so normally he has nutrient-eniched compressed air from Bar; the scent of the barbacue would be enough for him.

*Snow takes the plates with a smile and sets Millie's down before starting on her own*

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Campbell has no beef with it.

He's got the day off, working for the Justice System of America.

So he's good with some literal beef, instead.

"Great spread you've got here. Anything for the dog?"

Judge, who does wnat in on the attention, whines a little.

[obligatoryass]

Logan saunters over, chowing down on a hot dog. He's got a few others on his plate. Typical American teenage boy - he'll scarf it down in no time, no doubt.

"Hey," he says, eyeing the dog. "I may have an extra hot dog or two, if your buddy there is interested?"

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Wolf waves his spatula at Logan, who's already been by a few times. He looks at Judge, and smiles. "I think we can do something about him..." A burger (omg real meat! Yay!) gets put on a plate and held out. He looks at Logan, and explains, "Tastes better than a hot dog." Of course, Judge probably would love both.

"Can I get you anything?" Wolf politely asks Campbell.

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Logan nods, and continues chomping. "I'm planning to take one of those next," he says. "Logan Echolls, and thanks for the chow. It's fantastic."

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"Campbell Alexander's me, and that's to both of you," Campbell contributes, giving the Doberman a pat on the head.

"And this is Judge, and the two of you are his new best friends."

Judge, meanwhile, is busily inspecting away at the burger, then looks up at Wolf curiously. Mine?

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Wolf grins at Logan, quite pleased with himself. "Rare, medium, or well-done?" Because this is Milliways, and there's absolutely no chance of catching food poisoning in THIS restaurant.

He looks down at Judge, and nods, tail wagging. ""Yes. All yours. And probably more, if Campbell says so.""

Wolf looks back up at the two men, and smiles. "Pleased to meet you! I'm Wolf."

[obligatoryass]

"Medium-rare," Logan says cheerfully. "And fries, if you've got any?"

He beams. "It's always a pleasure to meet someone who feeds me. Where are you from, Wolf?"

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((OOC:Slowtime? Have company at home, must be social.))

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Fries. Wolf looks around, and actually spies a deep frying vat. Wow. This BBQ has everything. "One moment, please." He slaps a burger on the grill, and calls over to Baldrick, "Baldrick! Do you have any fries in the making?"

Baldrick provides the fries in soon enough time. Root vegetables are his forte, dontcha know.

"Well, it's always a pleasure to feed someone!" And he really does mean it. "I'm from the Nine Kingdoms. You?"