<em>Jenna, having dinner with the others.</em><br/><br/>Jenna looked at the spread before them, a little smile playing on her lips.  "I'm a decent cook, and I'm sure you are too, Brook, but this is probably our last fancy meal for a long time.  I'm planning on enjoying it!"<br/><br/>They dug in, the men politely waiting for the women to serve themselves first, and chatted about the setup of their compound.  Carver would need to get some sort of security in place to protect from wildlife.  She and Brett would need to tackle the structural components of their new home first thing in the morning.  And Brook needed to check through her supplies and organize her clinic.  It wouldn't do, after all, to be in an emergency and not know where things were.  They all had tasks and seemed eager to get started.<br/><br/>Brook seemed to have interest in the greenhouse, and so it seemed that she'd be able to help Carver quite a bit with maintaining it once he got it up and running.  Jenna had pretty much no green thumb, hadn't even been able to raise an ivy in her apartment without it being overrun with gnats, and so she only listened as the two discussed soil and fertilizer and what herbs Brook might want for medicinal purposes.  During the exploration of the property, the men had opened the tops of the crates that had been left for them; unpacking wouldn't actually take place until the morning, so which seeds had been provided wasn't certain yet.<br/><br/>Brett would be working on things like energy, and she knew she'd be able to help with that.  And she'd need to build their kit helicopter.  It was for emergencies, and they did have other transportation, but she couldn't leave it on the back burner for too long.  "I don't know how they made these grilled veggies so good," she commented, biting into some zucchini that was flavorful and beautifully cooked.  "Tomorrow's going to be busy, and I know that with all of this sunlight, it would be easy to work into the night, but we should sleep tonight.  Our internal clocks are going to be messed up enough without us getting our sleep schedules all screwed up."<br/><br/>They finished up dinner, and then Brook broke out the key lime pie, serving up generous slices to everyone.  "I'd love some coffee with this," Jenna admitted wistfully.  "We're definitely unpacking the kitchen stuff tomorrow.  I want to find the coffee pot!"  It had been on her wish list, practically a requirement, and she'd been assured by her new boss that they'd include one.  She speared a bite of pie onto her fork and closed her lips around it, her eyes closing in ecstasy as the sweet tartness burst against her tongue.  "Oh, so good!  So, we've all read barebones stuff about each other.  You guys want to just go around the table and tell each other a little more?  I can start.<br/><br/>"I grew up with just my dad.  He's a really great guy.  Still lives in Buffalo."  Her voice was filled with fondness.  Ray Sanders was her favorite person on the planet.  "He's got a shop, and I grew up at it, helping him with transmissions and carburetors after school when my friends were in Girl Scouts and cheerleading.  He's smart, though.  Good at business and really knows his stuff with cars.  I wanted to work with him full time after high school, and it nearly broke his heart.  He wanted me to go to college pretty badly, and so I did.  I lived at home and studied mechanical engineering.  And when I finished undergrad, even then I didn't go too far, only a few hours away.  By then I was married, too."<br/><br/>She scowled when she married her ex-husband, and glossed over him as much as she could.  "He and I ended up after school both getting hired on by Boeing.  Moved to Houston, broke dad's heart.  And a couple of years ago, we split.  Anyway, I'm excited about being here.  It was time for change in my life.  And this?  Well, it's a pretty damn big change.  What about you guys?  What are your stories?  How'd you end up here, taking a job that'll take you away from everyone and everything for a year?"<em>Looking for a poly family...</em>