Kamekona was enjoying the thawed out weather. It wasn't the best weather, but at least it wasn't snowing and it wasn't cold. Winter sucked - Hawaii had the right idea. No winter, just sun all the time
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Pfft lines were not for Ares. He materialized in the small truck next to the cooking area in a sparkle before reaching over to pluck one of the shrimp off. Heat didn't phase him either.
Ares popped another shrimp in his mouth and chewed. "I'll have to tell Poseidon about this. Your family wouldn't have Greek blood does it?" He didn't think so but he'd learned not to judge by looking in the village.
Max stood in place, anyone looking would think he was a stalker, he was just watching Liz. Okay sure that sounded like a stalker, but he wasn't.
He took his small basket of shrimp and tobacco sauce over in her direction. "Hey." Max said softly and motioned toward the empty seat opposite her. "Mind if I sit?"
Liz could almost sense Max's proximity and she looked up as he approached. She wanted to smile, but then hesitated, though she ultimately let her lips press into one when he spoke. She couldn't help herself.
"Oh, um. Sure." She nodded as she pulled back a strand of loose hair. Liz moved the books a little to the side, too, even though they weren't actually in the way.
Max sat down and tapped Tabasco sauce onto the shrimp with a small sheepish smile. He looked at the books she'd moved, "any plans on what you're going to do when school's out?" Besides working he meant.
"I don't know... I mean, it's always been school, you know?" Liz had no idea what she would do. "Maybe look at volunteering somewhere. I heard they usually have some sort of day camp thing here."
Chris still feels depressed, stuck in the village, but when he smells the cooking shrimp, his face actually lights up and he lets his nose guide him while his mouth waters and his stomach reminds him that he skipped brekkie.
"G'day, mate," he greets the man stepping out of the truck. "Sure smells good. Any left?"
He ponders the accent and the complexion of the man. Not from anywhere surrounding Australian waters, he decides. But for now food seems more interesting.
"I'll help reduce your stock, though. It's been a while since I had shrimp - and those smell real good." He nods at the truck and starts browsing the colourful labels posted under and between the serving windows, trying to make up his mind what to order.
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"Not bad." High praise from the god of war.
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"Thanks." He grinned. "Old family recipe."
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He took his small basket of shrimp and tobacco sauce over in her direction. "Hey." Max said softly and motioned toward the empty seat opposite her. "Mind if I sit?"
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"Oh, um. Sure." She nodded as she pulled back a strand of loose hair. Liz moved the books a little to the side, too, even though they weren't actually in the way.
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"G'day, mate," he greets the man stepping out of the truck. "Sure smells good. Any left?"
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"Always have some left. It's bad business to run out."
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He ponders the accent and the complexion of the man. Not from anywhere surrounding Australian waters, he decides. But for now food seems more interesting.
"I'll help reduce your stock, though. It's been a while since I had shrimp - and those smell real good." He nods at the truck and starts browsing the colourful labels posted under and between the serving windows, trying to make up his mind what to order.
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"What kind do you want? Most people go for the garlic dish on their first try."
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