"We're having a barbecue, actually. Wanted to celebrate the Fourth like Americans, right, little one?" he said, half teasing his sister from the kitchen. Iced tea seemed like a safe bet for everyone. Fixing a tray with glasses and a pitcher, he sidestepped Puck and made his way back to the living room. "Here we go, ladies." He poured and served, ever the good host.
He turned to Calista. "You're more than welcome to join us. I know you have the Battle of the Bands, as you said, but maybe after, if it doesn't' run too late. I'm sure there will be plenty of food." A few of his fellow nurses said they would try to come and he wanted to make sure everyone had a good time. Ergo plenty of food.