Hulk nodded, glancing over at the archer. Not a bad philosophy. He wasn't sure he agreed, entirely, but it was nice.
He lapsed into silence as he cooked. He had little more to say, and the food was getting mouthwatering as the powerful heaters of the barbecue grills tore into them. It wouldn't be long before they were done.
And it wasn't. A little while later, he was levering out the chickens onto platters from one of the crates, and laying out a knife for the archer. "Here. About as good as it gets here."
And he lifted his still burning hot chicken and tore into it with his teeth.