Exton

Ob laughs, listening to all the news. Chloe is all about the demifae, Tara's ears, her new toy. Pandora fills him in on life in general. Grace smiles at him when he turns an amused glance her way. He likes the older woman, her illness is riding her more, but a magic has seeped into her being, not just the brownie type, but something from here has buoyed her essence.

As they near the group, Grace moves over to the padded bench where her drawing supplies lie. Silk slides her feet beneath herself, making more room for her. She waves to him and he looks about grinning.

"*Yo! Cooza! Todas sus necesidades de Brujo es una parrilla de gas y tiene un día de campo adecuado!"

She grins back, hiding an outright laugh. "^Yo no lo creo, Josi. Una vaca en un cielo abierto podría ser más acorde. Tal vez deberíamos haber Jack hacer uno con su "magia" pala?"

"**¡SÍ! Excelente idea! Mortuis necesita un viejo par de pantalones vaqueros, zapatillas de deporte y camiseta... y un delantal de parrillero."

A wicked grin splits his face and he shares an image with any who can pick it up. It is Mortuis in blue jeans and Nascar t-shirt, standing over a rotating side of beef. The apron he is wearing bears crossed rapiers decorated as shish kabob. His weapon of the moment's choice, a long handled basting brush, is dripping sauce. As he moves his arm, the words "You too can be skewered" can be seen.

Silk loses her battle for control. Her laughter rings in the stunned silence. Mortuis turns to stare at the cousins, arching one eyebrow. Four miniature fireballs, like from a Roman candle, sting Ob's ass in rapid succession. The Gargoyle yelps and rubs his butt. Chloe looks over his shoulder and begins to babble as Ob pats the singed fabric.

"Okay! Okay! Got it! No apron! How about the cow on a spit?"

He grins at Mortuis as those who got the image explain it to those who didn't see it. Laughter erupts. Stoney calls to Ob, "Bro! You deserved that!"

Silk, still choking on her laughter, informs Ob, "Cooza, I think Gnimaor would not be happy with you, much less mi amor. His people take great pleasure in the lawns."


*All your Sorcerer needs is a gas grill and you have a proper picnic!

^I don't think so, Josi. A cow over an open pit might be more in keeping. Perhaps we should have Jack make one with his "magic" shovel?

**YES! Excellent idea! Mortuis needs an old pair of jeans, sneakers, and t-shirt... and a griller's apron.