who ? daphne greengrass and roger davies when ? sunday evening, 9th april where ? daphne and roger's house what ? bbq! status ? complete
It'd been two weeks since Mother's Day and Roger had finally bought a barbecue. He had also successfully removed the failed attempt at building a firepit and replaced it with the said barbecue. Which came pre-packaged so there was very little chance of fucking it up. Once he'd set it up in the garden, Roger had considered inviting Arran over to test it, but had then decided that perhaps it was better to test it himself so he could invite Arran over next time just to have a barbecue. This was how on Sunday evening Roger was standing in the garden with a bottle of beer, poking to coals in the barbecue.
"Daph," Roger called out. "Daphne? This doesn't seem very hot. Should fire not be, you know, hot?" Roger couldn't imagine how he was going to grill anything on the coals that mostly just seemed... kind of lazily hanging out on a sunny day rather than being actually on fire. "Daph!" Roger called out again. "Come help me, I am not manly enough for this shit." On the presumption that manly men could somehow produce fire more efficiently.