Brett kept relatively quiet for a time, knowing a little of his remarks went a long way. So he sat and observed his companions as they moved about. Carver and Jenna scoped out the weapons, while he himself remained close enough to over heard it all. Not that it mattered, if it came down to him using a gun, they were all screwed. He’d been out to a range a couple times, and proven he could not hit the broadside of a barn....if he were standing inside it. Maybe Carver could help with that, however he’d just as soon sit back and watch the two ladies wield the firearms. Childish, but true - chicks with guns were hot.<br/><em>Brett walking about with the others then ending up with them around the table.</em><br/><br/>Brook however, didn’t seem likely to wish to participate in that visual fantasy of his, and instead retreated to the bedroom almost as soon as the gun safe opened...as if Carver were letting vipers loose. Interesting. Given her background he could make assumptions as to why she’d be so adverse to guns, but he wasn’t about to leap to conclusions on the first day.<br/><br/>The walk around the compound went smoothly, and he tried to harass Brook by ‘<em>mistakenly</em>’ calling her Dr. Harlem once. The glare he got from that promised he’d found a button that would likely be continued fun to press. Aside from that he remained quiet; the awe inspiring setting they were dumped into really could leave a man speechless. Even a man like him.<br/><br/>This discovery of the dinner box was a fun bonus, and they hauled it inside and all stood around the table looking at it. Carver spoke up and Brett shrugged his shoulder, “Sounds like a plan to me!” Without further waiting or warning he just ripped it open and started pulling things out.<br/><br/>Everything was still warm, a chemical heater keeping the inside of the form insulated box just right. He pulled out several dishes that held their first meal together. Bacon wrapped filet mignon in a cognac cream sauce, sweet potatoes with the works, mushrooms (which looked to be stuffed with crab), a mixed grilled vegetable dish, and a key lime pie. It also had a note to check the fridge. “Damn nice spread there, lets see what else they left.” He wandered over to the kitchen and opened up the fridge, extracting two bottles of wine; a sauvignon blanc and chardonnay. White wines to go with the mushrooms and crab, and worked out due to the cream sauce on the steaks. Also he extracted a salad that had already been prepared. “Well hell, the only thing they forgot was the cheese tray and caviar.” He let the others get to serving up the chow while he found a cork screw and their mugs, asking each who preferred dry and who liked their wine sweeter...’like him’.<br/><br/>Eventually everyone was  around the table, a great meal in front of them. A very family-like setting, only with complete strangers. He gently elbowed Brook a bit, “Seems I wasn’t the only one with the idea that a little alcohol could help us all out he?” He shot her a grin, and the rest of the group a wink.