[semi-closed] kiss the cook

[5055034455]

WHO: Saul Goodman & his housemates
WHERE: Heropa gov't house #012
WHEN: Afternoon — evening of 9/14
WHAT: Saul decides to put some of his cash advance from Jesse toward acquiring a grill and a stack of things to cook on it. Barbecue time! (Threadhopping is encouraged!)
WARNINGS: None; will update if needed.

[It's been a while since Saul last had to share his living space with someone else, and even though the housing he's been given is spacious and comfortable, he's finding it harder and harder to avoid his housemates — especially since one of them is now a freaking dinosaur. It's not that he's been antisocial lately, or so he'd swear; he's just busy. He's trying to adjust. He needs space to think and organize his new life, because he's already got so much going on, and and and —

The excuses are starting to sound, in a word, lame. What's making it worse is that he's already gone out with Freddie, so avoiding her just seems like a dick move, and it's even harder to ignore the teenager when he'd been so nice to Saul over the network, and the dinosaur is — well, the dinosaur is a dinosaur, and Saul does not want to be on a dinosaur's shit list.

So he decides the best course of action to take in order to instill a sense of community in this house of theirs is to buy a grill, fire it up, and get cookin', because nothing says "let's be friends" like food. And that's exactly what he does: thanks to Jesse's cash advance, what Saul winds up lugging into the backyard with the help of two other guys is a large box that eventually becomes a shiny, shiny grill capable of cooking (almost) literally an entire cow at once. And soon enough, come mid-afternoon, he's out there with a stack of assorted meats and a spatula and a set of tongs and an apron that demands someone kiss him.

If people thought his suits were bad, they haven't seen him in what he apparently considers casual Florida wear: Bermuda shorts with a Hawaiian shirt. And then there are the flip-flops. And that goddamn apron.

And his stupid, stupid grin as he bops along to the music coming from the radio and the sound of meat sizzling, like this is the best vacation he's ever had.]

Comments

[5055034455]

The best in Bernalillo County, if not all of central New Mexico.

[Please allow him a moment to preen.]

[tooscience]

[H'ssssk nods, not as far reaching as he'd like, but could still be useful.]

What about the world?

[5055034455]

Uh. I dunno where I rank on that list, but... probably fairly high?

[He sounds unsure.]

[tooscience]

[Well that won't do at all.]

We should fix that. Who can we kill for you to take their title?