Energie
Junior Member
Tristan had retreated back to his seat upon the mention of a cookout. He was more of the grab-and-go kind of guy, rarely stepping into the kitchen unless it was to reheat leftovers. He waited out there on the patio for the better part of twenty minutes, while everyone got to work on their dishes before finally shrugging himself to his feet and making his way into the kitchen.
"You all are doing a great job, keep it up. Especially you, Suits. Didn't figure you for the cooking type." He stated, giving her a smug wink to show that he was speaking all in good humor. He circled the kitchen, grabbing a spoon from the utensil drawer and found a place at Byron's side. Without warning, he scooped a bit of salsa from the bowl and popped the bite into his mouth
. "Just making sure it's not poisonous, ya know?" He mumbled with a smile, as he swallowed the mixture. Tristan wasn't too picky when it came to food, but the salsa had that fresh bite -- practically restaurant quality. "Not half bad, Barbie."
"You all are doing a great job, keep it up. Especially you, Suits. Didn't figure you for the cooking type." He stated, giving her a smug wink to show that he was speaking all in good humor. He circled the kitchen, grabbing a spoon from the utensil drawer and found a place at Byron's side. Without warning, he scooped a bit of salsa from the bowl and popped the bite into his mouth
. "Just making sure it's not poisonous, ya know?" He mumbled with a smile, as he swallowed the mixture. Tristan wasn't too picky when it came to food, but the salsa had that fresh bite -- practically restaurant quality. "Not half bad, Barbie."