Re: BBQ: Damian, Leena, Misha & Sadie
The shoulder nudge was just the thing, it was it was, to send Sadie right back on course and she returned both it and the smile in kind as Misha came back with the blankets.
"Aye." Sadie chimed in reply to Leena's words. "Thank the lot, s'just not Summer without having 'least one good get together with your favorite folks." Which, decidedly, everyone here fit that description to Sadie. These were the people whom had helped turn her life into something she enjoyed again. They'd brought the music back in, real regular like, and had put together something that felt like home again. She was real pure in what she'd said too, given that she couldn't remember the last time she'd sat down to unpack fixings for dinner on a blanket.
'Course, sure as Summer was sunny, it didn't hurt none that she'd never done it in a situation where it had been a pair of couples and that added a whole new level of special to it.
"'Course sweets." It was offered low in response, but not private, and with it her nose poked Leena's cheek. "Wouldna' wanna be anywhere else in the world." It was another sentiment she very much meant as blues lifted with a happy shine upon the sights of it all and she went back to the bag. The last of the bits were pulled out of the bag and laid out in the order they'd be needed. The meat was staged for last, since she figured best not to contaminate the one pan she'd brought with her.
"Honey on'a cornbread it is." No shock had come from that request, and she gave Misha a big ol' smile on account of assuming as much. "And a pan without first, so you can try it proper as a supper side. It don't take nothing to whip up, so no fuss there." She added at the end, decidedly to Damian, as she tucked the bits she was learning about him into her head for safe (and super important) keeping. "And we'll give Fall all manner of reasons to hold off knockin' on'a door." She added as the pan was set atop the fire to get good and hot and the prepared cornbread batter was set nearby.
Then it was back to the blanket, listening and watching with keen intent as Damian laid out what he'd brought. It was no small feat, given the was Misha's playing brought about her toes to tapping along to the song she knew about as soundly as she did her own name.
"Never had neither before." Sadie chimed in excitement. "Tamarind juice taste at all like the paste?" It was asked with excitement as, on a couple occasions, she'd tasted the stuff before when her Gram'ma'ma had cooked up something and she was obviously quite fond of it. She'd wait real patient for the answer, hanging onto the moment before she skipped back fireside to lay in the cornbread and get it setting off to the side (and covered in the foil she'd pre-cut and brought) so it could crisp up a bit on bottom but stay nice and fluffy in the middle — like proper cornbread should.
When Damian set that fiddle under his chin, she missed it on account of having her eyes fixed on the batter to make sure it didn't burn and her free hand sometimes scooting off to fetch up a pair of Leena's fingers. No sooner than he'd put those first notes out of the thing though, and she was turning about on her heels. Now this, this was proper spoiling she hadn't expected a bit and, as two fingers turned to five and she sought to thread a hand with Leena's again in full, Sadie turned the whole rest of her attention on the show she was being given.