Before Dad can even ask what she’s doing, Devil pulls out some packaged meat, burger buns, unfamiliar vegetables, and a spray bottle, just as suddenly as the cleaver. Does Dad need some tools? Devil says she is well prepared, completely practical in her tone.
Dad quietly asks you what tools would be good, and at your suggestion, she asks for a fork to turn the hotdogs with. Devil pulls one out of the air, perfectly sized to Dad’s hand. Dad can’t keep it, she says, but it should work for now.
Dad takes it with a profuse thank you, still kind of amazed. Devil pulls out a stool for Dad, and the two of them start getting set up.
You give Dad clear instructions, specific to hot dogs and the open fire grill.
Put fuel in the grill, and let it get hot.
Put the food on the grill, and make sure to move the meat around to ensure it cooks evenly. Make sure that the food doesn’t turn black- though some black lines are acceptable, and commonplace.
When edges of the food start to turn darker, turn them over. Hot dogs cook pretty fast, and they’ll expand when they’re nice and cooked. Don’t let them pop, or they’ll get too dry.
Dad can also toast the buns, if she wants to get fancy with it. After that, all there is to do is take the food off the grill and serve.
She listens and nods after every step, watching as Devil sets up the charcoal and produces a lighter from the air- discarding it just as easily with a wave of her hand and a shaking of her head. Thank goodness, that should be all. Devil was starting to get a bit of a headache.