Tim/Kensi
Kensi had gone to change after playing football, deciding that it wasn't a great look to have mud pretty much... Everywhere. She had had fun, more than she'd anticipated having, and it had been nice to see people enjoying themselves.
Her stomach grumbled and Kensi looked down. "Alright, you're going to get fed," she muttered, pulling on a clean tank top and checking her reflection to make sure all the mud was gone. On impulse, she pulled a funny face and grinned at herself for being immature before heading downstairs.
"Please tell me the food's almost ready?" she asked, spotting Tim over by the grills. "I've got high expectations for this barbecue with two bonafide Southerners running it," she teased, grinning.