Re: quicklog: connie/adrian grillin
[Adrian felt a little alarm when he saw that his sister's hair was sticking straight up. Otherwise, the scent of cooking meat and smoke the brisk cling of cool fall air, and the crackle of the grill were all very comforting.
He had his own coat wrapped around himself, black wool with a belt knotted tightly to keep it closed. He looked tired, but not as if he hadn't been sleeping.] Smells good. [He observed this while leaning over the grill.] Are you okay? [The hair did beg the question.]