He kept a solemn expression as he accepted the earbud, though he caved and cracked a smile at the song playing. It was appropriate, being on the same level of corny as this french fry bonfire.
"Haven't heard this one in awhile," Idris remarked. The cord attached to his earbud shifted when Lucy shook her head, her words easily reaching him over the music. Whatever her grudge against Fabio stemmed from, Idris was certain what they had done wouldn't lessen it any--or if it did, the victory would be as short-lived as the last fries and Wheat Thin sticks that were currently burning. If he never had to smell burnt McDonalds french fries after tonight, that would be plenty fine with Idris. (He figured that's what the bad aroma was from, mainly. That and maybe the napkin was emitting some sort of greasy, paper-y fumes as well. The Wheat Thins could be left out of this sensory assessment.)
He shifted, taking the coke from Lucy and drinking a swig of it. The carbonated beverage made its way down his throat as the ship that'd once rivaled Fabio's was reduced to nothing but a smoldering pile of blackened fries and whole grain snack food. The napkin had gone on to be a part of the air itself.
"Yeah, but it's gone now. Maybe Fabio'll think twice the next time he tries to challenge you." Idris said this in a teasing manner, removing his earbud so she could have it back. Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song" was starting to play, and it felt more reasonable for Lucy to listen to it than him.
"Well, I think that went pretty well, what do you think?" Idris crouched down to peer at the ashes, deciding against sweeping them out of the way. He had played supervisor for this little scheme, but didn't necessarily feel like cleaning up the mess. "Never thought I'd see a real ship burning in my lifetime."