So she was from the building. Chris checked the fire again to ensure that it hadn't jumped and decided his shirt made better kindling, prodding the charcoal warily.
"Yeah!" he yelled back, nearly upsetting the lighter fluid as he did so. Lucky for him it was in the sand and not on the edge of the grill - he wasn't going to make that mistake twice in his life. He checked the cooler to make sure everything in it was either still cold or frozen and pondered letting the hotdogs thaw out in the slightly-less-freezing air and figured, why the hell not? They'd be a lot hotter soon enough. He pulled them out and dumped them on top of the cooler, glancing up to see how much closer the woman had come. "You here for the barbecue?"