At noon, Luke took out the grill, ready to whip up a small barbecue.
Lamb chops, lamb kidneys, chicken wings, lobsters, grilled eggplants, enoki mushrooms, slices of bread...
Sipping on a cold beer while grilling the sizzling lamb chops, Luke hummed a tune,
'My heart, my emotions, you don't need to understand,
as long as I treat you well,
do you want such gentleness...'
A one-person barbecue seemed somewhat desolate and lonely, yet it was a rare pleasure for Luke.
When it comes to playing, it's all about relaxing however you like.
"Shh..."
Luke heard a faint noise, like someone stepping on grass, and turned his head to see a familiar figure.
"Judge Walker, did you catch the scent?"
"Exactly, I came to freeload," Walker sighed, "My tent's a mess, and that damn bear wrecked my food, all my plans are disrupted."
Luke handed him a beer, "This might make you feel a bit better."