#f:threads

Utilizing his incredible-y reckless multi-tasking skills of steering with his knee and using his good hand to text, Felipe had messaged Quinn that he was on his way home, purchase secured in the back of his truck. After parking he wasted no time climbing in to the bed and loosening the straps that tied it down. By the time he was pulling the last one off, Quinn had made his way over. "Lightning! Meet Ol' Jackie," Felipe introduced the bronze pellet grill with a quick tap to the lid. "Old timer that sold it to me said something about naming it after Jackie Gleason. Guy used to be a real chimney or something. Anyway, game plan -- I ease it off the bed and you handle the landing. How's that sound?"

Usually, Felipe would not outsource renovation projects. He enjoyed working with his hands, whether it was installing new lighting at the B&B or tinkering with his truck at home. But with his right arm being in a sling for the next couple of weeks, he was out of commission for the time being. After checking in on the progress of the new gazebo build, he walked over to where Demian was, hard at work on the new (old) outdoor furniture.

"If you're needing more supplies, let me know and I can go fetch 'em real quick. Also, kitchen's all yours for a water refills..Or anything else," he pointed the thumb on his good hand towards the B&B, "We got freshly squeezed lemonade and cucumber sandwiches on the summer menu. Haven't had one myself yet but I hear they're pretty good."

Sitting under the cooling shade of one of the canopies, Felipe fed his german shepherd a mango slice, which swiftly disappears in one canine gulp. "C'mon. You gotta at least try to enjoy it," he fed Choco another slice, with the pup complete disregarding his advice. With a defeated sigh, he looks at the nearby attendee, "Honestly don't blame him. These are the most in-season mangoes that have ever mango-ed..." he takes a quick bite of a slice himself, "We got 'em as a consolation prize for losing the Finish the Lyrics game. Have you tried that one yet? Some deep cuts in there."

Thanks to washable paint markers and his fellow picnic-goers, Felipe's normally white Ford truck had been decorated with various pride and summer themed drawings. Finishing up sunglasses on a crudely drawn sun, he spotted the other walking by and pointed the marker at them, "Hey! I think there's still some empty space by the fenders if you're feelin' creative," he capped the marker and tossed it at them, "but if you want to draw an ad for something, the going rate is five thousand a day. Suprisingly, no one's taken me up on that offer yet.."