Re: [The grills: Castor & Pollux]
Will had come into the meeting without any real thought about who might be on the other end of the writing he'd done. All he knew was that he enjoyed the perspective and topics of dialogue. It had been enough for him to come out here at least, and more than it had enough for him to be excited about it. He'd always been a sucker for a good dialogue.
His head half turned when he heard the sound of a door closing and his eyes closed in on the truck first, then the shape moving toward him. There was a faint flicker, somewhere back in his skull, but the peanut gallery was silent and he breathed a soft sigh of relief as Pollux went hopping forward.
"Well, well, well." His own accent was mild at best and a wash of all the places he'd been through in the last year. His smile however, it was bright, friendly, and he tried his best to make it disarming as he stood up and stuck out his hand in greeting. "I appreciate the check, would have been a cryin' shame if I'd turned into one this morning and just hadn't taken the time to notice." He rolled back on his heels some at the end, waving a hand to both the cooler and the grill.
"You hungry, thirsty? Grill's about ready for kabobs and I've got water, juice, and cold beer in the cooler." He thumped it lightly with the heel of his boot. "Might even be some pineapple rings left in there since I forgot how big pineapples are and a whole one was probably a bit much for two people's worth of kabobs." He had, however, made a couple skewers of just the fruit chunks to make sure his dinner companion didn't go hungry in case they hated they main course.
"And I suppose this is where I should ask if we're doing names or if you wanna keep up with the pseudonyms until you know if my cooking's worth some true name's getting swapped?"