[Nerf's decided to have his own feast, of sorts, since, well, somebody's got to feed all of the DR residents without any shopkeepers around.
Except... his is outside, at a bunch of picnic tables, and he's slaving over a giant barbecue grill he's found somewhere, along with a deep fryer. He's currently wearing a slightly blood-and-sauce splattered apron and working on
this, alternating between carving off hunks of meat with an impressive
array of knives and tools and flipping them on the grill. Having fed Thistle all these years, he's gotten very good at meat preparation and the smell of DELICIOUS CHARRED, SEASONED FLESH is heavy in the air. He's happy to accommodate any vegetarians that should wander by, though.
He would probably feel a bit more conflicted about celebrating the 4th of July, but he's willing to use any excuse to have a picnic. ]