OMGWTFBBQ: Libido Cookout! [Open]
Who: Hungry people. Not hungry people. People who aren't people at all.
What: FOOD. FOOD EVERYWHERE.
When: The evening of July 27th
Where: OUTSIDE.
At some point during his stay, Miller had discovered that some places in FDC rented out BBQ grills and SBG did in fact have a few picnic tables, however strangely proportioned some of them may have been. Cooking a nice meal for himself or to impress a certain Russian was nice and all, but after spending so many months trying to meet the demands of over a hundred hungry MSF soldiers, Miller found that going back to such a relaxed pace in the kitchen was kind of... well... boring. And he wasn't ready to be a laser-eyed bear's assistant quite yet.
So he took it upon himself to raid the school's meat lockers and haul out as much meat as he figured a horde of hungry teenagers could eat. And from what he remembered, teens were ravenous, so there was little chance of the food going to waste.
By the time the winds carried the smell out to the school, the tables were covered in platters of grilled meats, vegetables, fish, sliced fruits, and jugs of lemonade. And he was still going, wearing an apron that stated "KISS THE COOK."
Knowing Miller, he probably fully expected certain people to do just that if they thought they were getting even a single bite.
What: FOOD. FOOD EVERYWHERE.
When: The evening of July 27th
Where: OUTSIDE.
At some point during his stay, Miller had discovered that some places in FDC rented out BBQ grills and SBG did in fact have a few picnic tables, however strangely proportioned some of them may have been. Cooking a nice meal for himself or to impress a certain Russian was nice and all, but after spending so many months trying to meet the demands of over a hundred hungry MSF soldiers, Miller found that going back to such a relaxed pace in the kitchen was kind of... well... boring. And he wasn't ready to be a laser-eyed bear's assistant quite yet.
So he took it upon himself to raid the school's meat lockers and haul out as much meat as he figured a horde of hungry teenagers could eat. And from what he remembered, teens were ravenous, so there was little chance of the food going to waste.
By the time the winds carried the smell out to the school, the tables were covered in platters of grilled meats, vegetables, fish, sliced fruits, and jugs of lemonade. And he was still going, wearing an apron that stated "KISS THE COOK."
Knowing Miller, he probably fully expected certain people to do just that if they thought they were getting even a single bite.