You turn your attention to Dad, thinking for just a moment before suggesting a cook off! It’d be a great way to bond, and keep your minds off of things. Dad takes the idea with enthusiasm, shoving the grill as best as she can- which is to say, not very well.
Devil picks up the grill without trouble, moving it closer to the picnic blanket and checking in on Dad. Your TCP passes on your idea, Devil thinking it over. Why, that’s a nice idea…she hasn’t gotten the chance to cook with anyone else, and it’d be a great opportunity to show off her skills. Pressure is good for that sort of thing, in her eyes.
Dad stretches, adjusting her apron and grabbing the bag of hotdogs. She’s ready, she’s gonna kick some real ass with this one, she’s gonna make you proud-