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made waves with some friends I know

The season is a'changing, the weather is warmer. The forecast calls for high temperature, low humidity and a light breeze. A near perfect day. What better reason to gather the friends and have a good time with a bonfire? Grab a beer, have a seat. Cheery tunes fill the salty air. There's plenty of room and so much to eat.

Matt Murdock is actually dressed for the beach. Still likely more than usual. He burns so easily. There's no way he could have done this alone. Anyone who is anyone in Nexus knows that there is that distinct Verity Willis touch on everything. If the sounds and the sights don't get you, it is going to be whatever Clint has on the grill. That man is magic.

[ooc; Come on in, guys and gals! Hop threads, twist time for sooner, later and all things in between. It's a real party. Don't be shy!]

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The corners of Faris's mouth turn up slightly in an approximation of a smile. "That is a fair answer."

"I am Groot," the tree agrees, smiling in turn.

It is a pity, Faris thinks, that Groot's vocabulary is so limited. Meeting other lifeforms is always an interesting prospect, and as someone who has always loved language, the K'da would have appreciated being able to truly pick Groot's brain.

Though he won't let that stop him from socializing. "I have spent little time at a beach before. It is certainly not unpleasant."

Some posit that Groot's language is not limited, but is instead extremely subtle, and the tiny variances of inflection and posture convey whole libraries of information. Of course, the leading proponent of that theory is Maximus the Mad, so it's best taken with a grain of salt.

Groot nods again, rooty feet nudging the sand around a bit. Pointing over in the direction of the grills, he asks, "I am Groot?"

Ah, the food preparation area. "I have not been over there as of yet," Faris admits. "Human food is seasoned somewhat oddly to my taste. But I have not had all that they have to offer, I suppose."

That gets a curious glance. "I am Groot?"

"From what I understand, engine oil is not a suitable flavor for humans," Faris says. "Neither is caramel on meat."

"I am Groot," the tree concedes. Although, looking around, he does see some vehicles parked nearby.

Groot, what are you doing? What are you doing, Groot? Why are you walking over to that car?

Curious. Faris didn't get the sense that the conversation was over, and Groot doesn't seem the type to simply walk away if he did not want to talk. Which means he must be going somewhere with some purpose.

The K'da pads after him on all four paws, wondering where this might be leading.

Groot steps up to the nearest vehicle, curling fingers under the edges of the hood. It takes a few tries, and bracing himself with a wider stance, but he is soon able to pry the hood more-or-less open, exposing the engine compartment within. He looks to the K'da with a hopeful smile.

Faris has never seen a car before, so he pokes his nose into the engine compartment curiously, sniffing. It certainly smells appealing to him. "This is not a spacecraft," he says, but it doesn't sound like that's a bad thing. "Does this vehicle belong to someone?"

Groot shrugs; he doesn't tend to worry too much about objects, or who owns them. His cares tend more toward the living, and their needs. Case in point, he's pulling pieces out of the engine, glancing at each, giving some an experimental shake, before tossing them aside in disregard. What is he doing?

Faris is uncertain. His honor demands that he not damage another person's property without good cause, no matter how appetizing it smells. "Perhaps there is a better source," he suggests casually.

Groot looks up curiously at the suggestion. "I am Groot?"

"They must purchase it somewhere. Or perhaps there is a spare container in the storage compartment," Faris says, and though he can't quite shrug, he flicks his tail in a manner that looks equivalent.

Groot's new friend makes a good point, and he now strides around the vehicle to pull open its rear hatch to look for such containers.

Someone is going to have a really bad day, later, when they see what's happened to their car.

Faris is already considering how to leave some form of payment, though he has no money and has no idea what a fair price would be for repairs. Still, this is far more preferable.

His keen nose sniffs out a black plastic quart container, although he can't read the text on the side.

Groot takes up the container when Faris shows an interest in it. "I am Groot?"

Faris nods, a habit he's started to pick up from Hunter. "Yes, that smells correct."

Groot grins, turning to stride off toward the grills--no, not the grills, the table nearby where some cooked meats await whoever wants them. He's helping!

Oh dear. As much as Faris appreciates the assistance, he's fairly certain that humans won't enjoy his brand of seasoning. "Please, friend, allow me," he says, doing that almost-smile again. "I would not wish to season more than I can eat."

Oh dear is right. But Groot is a very agreeable person; if Faris would like to put some meats on a plate before adding his condiment of choice, Groot certainly won't quibble.

Faris is a creature who walks on all fours, but his forepaws are dexterous enough for the task. He takes a selection of hamburgers - with no buns, of course - and throws a few bits of fruit salad onto the plate, before drizzling some of the oil on top. "This is suitable. Thank you for your assistance, friend Groot. Is there anything I may help you with in return?"

Groot considers that, then concentrates for a moment, growing a thin tendril from his arm. The tip of the tendril swells into a bud, then splits into a little flower, which Groot plucks and offers to the dragon. "I am Groot."

That message is received loud and clear. Faris accepts the flower, pinching it carefully between two claws, and sets it into his spiky fringe. "My thanks."

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