He shook his head resolutely. He wasn’t going to let anyone touch his baby BBQ. It was his thing. And the Scout deserved to stretch his legs. If the squirt was anything like the one on his team, he would have needed it. Plus, while they were eating, Johnny could relate all that he found out about the camp. It would save time tomorrow trying to find good places to fish, or boat or hunt.
He carefully rested the grilling tray on top of the rest of the contraption and let out a soft chuckle at the saying. “’M with ya there, mate.” Although rather than saying it would have tasted like a tire, the Australian would have said it tasted like shit. Then again, that was the preferred description by any Aussie of something that tasted awful. Either that, or fuck.
“If ya wanna be helpful, ya can go fetch the coal.” He looked around himself, mainly at the van, trying to remember where he stashed it. He tossed the towel on the BBQ, crossed his arms, and frowned to himself. It should have been in the compartment where he had taken the BBQ out but he hadn’t found it in there earlier otherwise he would have pulled it out at the same time. “… Moight be under another one of them side compartments…” he said a little doubtfully. Crap he hadn’t gone and forgotten the coal had he? If he had, buying some more wouldn’t be too much trouble.
At the suggestion of having him do something as well, the Scout practically hopped up. It wasn’t that he minded being idle, even he enjoyed those moments where he could sit around and read or just enjoy the cool air of the night with a beer in his hand. He just didn’t want to have the Sniper doing all of the work. That’d be pretty unfair, in his opinion.
“I’ll check!” Crossing over to the compartment that the barbeque came from, he crouched down and dipped his head beneath the risen panel to take a closer look. There was a bottle of lighter fluid, some other tools and utensils needed to cook with, but he didn’t catch sight of a bag of coal. Dusting off his hands, he shifted over to the next panel and lifted it to search within that compartment as well.
“I was thinkin’ about the huntin’ thing; if you’re still wantin’ to go sometime.” There was no telling if the Sniper would want to spend a few more days out and about with him and he hated to assume. “When’s the best season? I’m guessin’ it all depends on what we’re gonna be huntin’ huh? Not sure what the laws are around heah concernin’ dat.. Ah ha!” Triumphantly lifting a bag he crossed to the other with a frown.
“Ain’t much but maybe just enough?” He gave a shake to the nearly empty bag, jostling around the sad amount of coals before handing it over.
