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[fortalkingback]

The Runaways' first beach cookout of the season is officially a go. I've got the hot-dogs, tofu-dogs, patties and black-bean-burgers all set and ready to go. Portable grills are god's work, man.

So who's down? I'm going to try to scrape up a game of beach volleyball, so hey, the more the merrier. We do have a cookout bouncer in the form of a

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[badancestry]

When do we start setting up?

[fortalkingback]

Once we find our ideal location, I guess.

[badancestry]

It should be somewhere the smoke from the grill won't cause trouble.

[fortalkingback]

I'm not sure how crowded the beach around here is, but it's usually windy enough at beaches so that everywhere's not really a problem.

We'll find somewhere. Can't be too hard.

[badancestry]

The sooner the better. Setting up might take a while.

[fortalkingback]

Nah, it shouldn't be too bad. K said she'd fly some of the stuff over, and that shaves a lot of time off, too.

[arsenical]

Nico, help.

[badancestry]

With?

[arsenical]

Imminent sunburn.

[tofuinthesky]

Aloe vera!

[arsenical]

I hope no-one tries to get me to play.

[tofuinthesky]

Come on, Gert. You can't just go to the beach to sit there.

[arsenical]

Watch me.

[tofuinthesky]

I will pick you up and make you play with us if I have to.

[arsenical]

Princess, if you do that, I will bite you myself.

[tofuinthesky]

I'll put a guard up. I'm not going to let you be boring today.