[Early in the party]
[Cain, bedecked in weather-appropriate clothes and flip-flops, starts up the grill. It's pretty clear that even though he seems to understand the process of how to grill food, he didn't quite get a perfect handle on how to manage the ignition of the coal. There is a small column of fire as Cain lunges back to try and preserve his eyebrows, growling out a half-coherent curse that may or may not have sounded like "Emperor's bowels."]
[The food will turn out just fine, but it'll have to wait until the coals burn at something resembling a stable heat. He pokes at them with a long grill spatula every so often, giving them a dirty look as though they just need to be properly disciplined.]