Scarlet smiles at the two of them. It seemed he was very friendly indeed. "<span style="color: #FF0000">Nit I went out bought you meat. I hope you like pork ribs, beef ribs, chicken wings, chicken breasts, chicken thighs, turkey legs, duck breast, pheasant, like... three different fish types, and the thing I made sure to get right.</span>" He lists the things off on his fingers, recounting his shopping up until the end. "<span style="color: #FF0000">Six different style of delicious steak straight from my personal butcher provided by my trainer.</span>" He grins with excitement as he begins to list off the steaks. "<span style="color: #FF0000">Flank, t-bone, New York strip, Rib eye, Sirloin, Tenderloin... ooooh, it's all gonna be so good.</span>" He shivers. "<span style="color: #FF0000">Oh and seven pounds of ground beef.</span>" He smiles triumphantly and beams at Nit.<br/><br/>Axe walks back in with a huge cooler that she barely drags in. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Jesus ****in' Christ! You're gonna grill all this tonight?</span>" She grumbles as she flops the meats to the ground. "I don't even have spices for all this!" Axe huffs as she sits on the cooler.<br/><br/>Scarlet grins. "<span style="color: #FF0000">No problemo! Marcial Connors will help me!" He smiles at the other. "This is a man who seems like he could grill some meat. We can drink some... uhh, soda. I don't drink beer or any alcohol. We can make the young lord's food and we can give these two some alone time. Unless we have any objections?</span>"<br/><br/>Axe folds her arms. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">I object to spending my time with an insensitive ****ing jerk?</span>"