((And then Kim randomly decides to tag in this thread because it's still going on?))
Great night for a barbecue! Paul wasn't sure if the man behind the grill was the one who had initially told him about it nor but he didn't think so, since the one who had done the inviting wanted to check and make sure it was okay to bring food. But Paul brought food anyway (because it was polite to do so, and a nice gesture), just a nice big container of potato salad he made himself. It was a family recipe - his mother had brought it to many events with the other Navy wives when Paul was a boy and forced to go along with her.
"Hey, hope I'm not interrupting the party," he smiled as he approached the two there. "Hi Moana, how are things?" He recognized her, at least. And it wouldn't hurt to meet other people from the building.