[He isn't gone long. He returns with a small beach bucket in one hand - a bottle of wine and two glasses, chilling on ice, and a plastic tupperware dish holding his round roast in the other.
He sniffs the air as he approaches the fire pit and hums aloud.]
Smells delicious already.
[He lightly swings the bucket toward Archie, an offer, and pops it down safely away from the fire before carrying the meat closer to the flames. As he sets about spearing it, he nods.]
Help yourself. There's also beer inside, if you prefer.
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He sniffs the air as he approaches the fire pit and hums aloud.]
Smells delicious already.
[He lightly swings the bucket toward Archie, an offer, and pops it down safely away from the fire before carrying the meat closer to the flames. As he sets about spearing it, he nods.]
Help yourself. There's also beer inside, if you prefer.