When Bucky had asked him to join him for a barbecue he had to attend to due to work and what type of desert they might bring along, David hadn’t expected the place to be exactly family-friendly. If he’d ever make an barbecue, he wouldn’t invite the foxes. (That’s a lie. He would. It’s not like he has many other friends, to begin with.)
David had insisted no one would be able to tell the difference between a fresh pie and one they bought at the store, knowing better than to ask Abby for a recipe or getting his own hands dirty. The trick with pie you buy at the store is to bake it in your oven for five to ten minutes to give it a slightly over-done look. No one would believe a pie with slightly brown edges to be bought at the store. Besides, who even cares about desert at a barbecue?
They had already talked to Bucky’s boss and now, standing on the far end of the garden, David tried his hardest to balance his cup on his plate in one hand while putting together his burger. --- See, burgers. That’s what people care about.
“ You sure you don’t want any? I gotta admit, these are good! --- Or are you scared you couldn’t keep it in when we go on the trampoline? Because you can bet your ASS we’ll get on that thing. ” He picked his burger up, using it to point at Bucky before waving it around, luckily enough not losing his patty in the process. “ You know, my poor hips ‘n’ I, wouldn’t want to take the risk of jumping by my own, it wouldn’t be responsible and Abby wouldn’t let you see the end of it if I’d break a bone. ”
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