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Barbeque in the Park [Tuesday Afternoon]

After a fun and interesting class that included hunting, Seifer had headed back over to the mainland with Hyperion, and had carved up his kill and a few others that were still around. It had taken several trips to haul it all back to the park, even with Ifrit's help. After the last load was brought back, he made a short trip to T&C to pick up supplies, then he was back at the park.

It didn't take long for him to have a fire pit set up and a merry fire going, with huge chunks of meat roasting on the spit above the flames. Seifer himself was kicked back, beer in hand, enjoying the warmth.

Sometimes, having a huge beast looking Guardian Force hanging around. Even if he was still lounging by the fire, waiting for his dinner as well.

[[Barbeque time. Don't mind Ifrit, he'll just glare at you and keep the fire going and the meat from being burnt.]]

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"Is this free foo--what the hell is that thing?"

Sorry, Jack just spotted Ifrit.

"Yep, the food is all free," Seifer replied with a grin. Ifrit just grunted at Jack and flicked a finger at the fire, making the flames jump a bit.

"That's Ifrit. He's cranky." Yes, that was Seifer's explanation.

"I would be too if I looked like that."

Jack was quite the diplomat.

"Where'd you get all of this? I teach a cooking class, you know."

Be afraid of how Jack's mind might work here.

Seifer pointed towards the causeway. "The local wildlife across the bridge. Professor Skywalker had us drive a few of them off a cliff for a class assignment."

He used Hyperion to pull a chunk of the beef from the fire and grinned. "This batch looks about done."

Well, if your idea of done was still bloody but warm.

Jack made his class come up with recipes featuring French dressing and Lucky Charms. Picky was not in his vocabulary. "Looks delicious," he said. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

Seifer had made people eat worse than that just for fun. "Seifer Almasy. Help yourself."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Jack assured him, flashing him a smile.

Seifer shoved aside the skull he'd been cleaning and started to eat the hunk he'd cut off. "Any ideas where I should hang the head?"

"I suppose it's a little large to put over your bed," Jack mused.

Mercy had built a makeshift sledge to drag the majority of her buffalo back over the causeway. Some of it went to the freezers in the school kitchen, but she brought some along to the barbecue. She'd skinned her buffalo and figured this would be a good opportunity to work on cleaning it up - a task she really didn't want to do in her room.

She nodded to the guy from her class. "Hey, good idea."

Seifer nodded back and grinned. "Yep. I didn't want it to go to waste. Plus, fresh just tastes better."

He hadn't skinned anything, mostly because he sort of sucked at that.

"It definitely does." Though Mercy wasn't about to explain just how fresh she and the wolves ate meat after a hunt.

"I kind of miss fresh caught meat. And I haven't had buffalo in ages. The skin will make a great coat or throw robe or something. Charles made me crazy making me learn all this stuff, but it's sure coming in handy here."

That little bit caught Seifer's interest. "Normally, I'd just collect the useable stuff and pay someone to make what I need. Any chance you'll do that for a fee?"

Mercy considered it for a moment, then shrugged. "Sure, why not. Might as well make a little money of my skills, right?"

"Cool. I'll go back tomorrow morning and see if any of the kills are still there. Anything you want off of them besides the skins, since I've got Ifrit to help carry things."

Ifrit didn't look too happy at being a pack mule again.

"If I was a better Indian I probably would want you to bring everything back," she said with a grin, "But a couple of the horns, maybe a wooly mammoth tusk or two would be great. I can send them back to Charles - really confuse him."

Seifer laughed and nodded. "I was thinking about cleaning a skull and sending it back home to someone I know. Maybe just get it into his room somehow and not tell him."

Because nothing says 'I miss annoying you' like a mammoth skull over your bed.

Mercy laughed. "With friends like you..."

"Hey, he's had it easy. I've been here for months now, and he's probably getting bored." Not to mention, less paranoid.

"You haven't had a chance to go home?" she asked. Not that she really had anywhere to go anyhow, but she kind of like the idea of other people being able to.

Seifer shrugged, flipping a rude gesture at Ifrit when the guardian snorted at him.

"I like it here better," was his explanation.

She nodded. "Yeah... I'm starting to feel that way too. At least, if I can't be where I grew up I'd rather be here."

Cara could smell the cooking meat. Given that it was meat someone other than her was cooking it seemed the sensible option to head in that direction rather than try and cook what she'd taken from her own kill herself.

She raised one eyebrow when she caught sight of Ifrit. "That's different."

Ifrit grunted and folded his arms across his chest, determined to ignore the girl.

Seifer cocked his head and grinned. "Yeah, but he's a decent one. Sometimes. He's a bit pissy because I won't let him trash anything."

The rude gesture Ifrit aimed at Seifer was totally the blond's fault.

Cara shrugged. "Can't blame him for that." She knew all about being kept from ~~fun~~ useful violence.

Okay, maybe Ifrit wouldn't ignore the girl. In fact, the area around the fire got a little warmer and cozier. Now it was Seifer's turn to glare.

"Well, his idea of trashing things involves crushed buildings and lots of fire," Seifer muttered. "And I like this place."

Cara could see how that could be problematic given the size of the island. Still. "There's always the abandoned warehouse district. I'm sure they won't miss a building or two occasionally."

Because that idea couldn't go wrong. At all.

Seifer looked over at the guardian when Ifrit perked up. "No. We'd never hear the end of it from Puberty Boy and Princess."

Seifer shivered a bit as the heat seemed to leech away from his part of the fire, but he manfully ignored it. "Those two are such joy kills sometimes."

"I know the type," Cara said, not entirely unsympathetically. Not that anyone but her was allowed to cast aspersions on the specific examples she was thinking of.

The damn rodents didn't help either, with reporting things back. "I think if Puberty Boy wasn't here, Rinoa would be a little more laid back and let us have some fun, but he's all 'rules, rules, rules'."

Cara took a moment to remember who Rinoa was and who spent time with her. "So Puberty Boy is that Squall guy?"

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