ITP: Failed Barbecues.
[today there is a country, standing beside a grill. A few feet away is a tiny mage.]
Alright, it's ready!
I noticed, idiot!
[suddenly, THERE IS FLAMES and no more grill]
HEY, YOU DESTROYED THE GRILL! Now what will we barbecue on?!
Well, you should have thought of that first.
(ooc; I will be out with both Rita and America. If you want Rita or America specifically, or both, let me know. Edit: Out for lunch!)
Alright, it's ready!
I noticed, idiot!
[suddenly, THERE IS FLAMES and no more grill]
HEY, YOU DESTROYED THE GRILL! Now what will we barbecue on?!
Well, you should have thought of that first.
(ooc; I will be out with both Rita and America. If you want Rita or America specifically, or both, let me know. Edit: Out for lunch!)