Grilling and Chilling

[Aurora]

They had planned a barbecue, and the Shaman had set out to gather supplies. While cooking was not her thing, she could grill. So she got the usual, burgers, hot dogs, steak and chicken. Potato and macaroni salad, premade, cause she’d probably burn down her loft. Ok, maybe not that far, but it would be a mess.

There was some lemonade and beers in the fridge.

The loft looked the same, except for the addition of a study nook with books, some older looking than others. Aurora herself was dressed in old jeans and a gray t-shirt, something comfortable for grilling and hanging out in.
Vincent Winter

[Winter]

The duplicitous nature of his visit didn't detract from the genuineness of the offer.
Aurora lived next door, and as a good next door neighborhood he couldn't certainly come empty handed. And so he comes bringing gift of good Wine, cuban cigars and Strawberry icecream (the good one, enough for a platoon).
The Thyrsus would provide the meat, the Obrimos - as his vocation - would bring the fire and the fuel.

He's casually dressed, t-shirt and jeans, they're after all in the same building.
And of course he's bringing a bag, drawing paper, pencils and paints. He promised her he'd show her a project.

He rings the doorbell, patiently waiting for her to open.

[Aurora]

He wouldn’t have to wait long for the door to swing open, “Hey!” greeted the Shaman, stepping off to the side, “Come on in,” holding her hands out, “need me to take something?” he had more stuff with him then she was expecting. And did he bring an art project?

If he lets her carry anything, she’ll lead them into the kitchen area. Reaching into the fridge, she pulls out a pan that has steaks on it, and sets it on the counter. “I don’t tend to put much seasoning on them,” gesturing to the steaks, “too much kills the natural flavor. So I go with something simple, learned over time.” And learned from her dad. “Also got some chicken.” Not a favorite of hers, she preferred red meat, but it was supposed to be healthy or some junk. “How you been?”