Team Snackforce

[Joshua Bernstein]

The living room of the Neville-Bernstein home was ideal for hosting gatherings. Spacious, and with plenty of seating, there was room for a large number of friends or family for whatever occasion the couple chose to host people for.

However, even their living room couldn't entirely contain all the food prepared in honor of this most sacred of days.

Josh and Riley had taken over the kitchen, bowls and platters occupying every surface. Not all of it was by the two of them, of course; Sean had been enlisted to help, both preparing and also as their pickup man.

Such was the burden of being the partner with the car.

"Sean should be back with the chicken, soon." the attorney frowned thoughtfully at the counters, trying to envision the most efficient use of space. Unfortunately, this wasn't one of his skills. Perhaps Riley, in his landscaping job, used this one more often. With that thought in mind he turned to the taller man "where do you think we should put the chicken?"

[Riley Adams]

Riley was indeed organised but when it came to food, none of the organisation rules fit. Everything should just be within reach and that was it.

But with both Josh and him in charge of food, the abundance could not be contained in one kitchen.

"Oh you know what, we should just clear off all the surfaces in the living room and then arrange the tables around the couches." Riley suggested, popping a cashewnut into his mouth as he settled the last hot dog bun on a serving tray.

[Joshua Bernstein]

Josh's face lit up at Riley's suggestion. "Brilliant!" He declared, hurrying out of the kitchen with such haste that he forgot he still had a bowl of tortilla chips in hand. It was only when he halted before the couch, reaching out to move it, that the thought occurred to him that this task might be easier if he had empty hands.

"Ahhh. Oops."

He grinned sheepishly as he returned to the kitchen, wedging the bowl between a jar of salsa and a platter of cheese cubes. "Help me arrange the furniture?"

[Riley Adams]

Riley was about to ask Josh to put down the bowl of chips when he ran out, leaving Riley to chuckle lightly at the other man's absent-mindedness. When he returned with the sheepish grin, the healer nodded and walked out to the living room to help.

It took a bit out of the fifty year old but as soon as everything was in place, Riley looked at his arrangement with pride. "Oh God my back..." Riley winced, rubbing the small of his back with a laugh. "Josh, I hate to admit it but I think I'm too old for all this." He said with an amused shake of his head.

[Joshua Bernstein]

Josh looked at Riley with concerned alarm at this proclamation. "Too old?" He repeated, aghast. Riley was several years younger than him, and in a much more physically laborious occupation; it did not bode well if he couldn't do tasks like this any longer.

"Do you need to sit? Maybe we can call up some younger types to help us set up. Maybe Ferris or Cobalt."

[Riley Adams]

Riley couldn't help but laugh at Josh's surprise. He shouldn't be, Riley thought to himself. It was because of his occupation and how long he had been at it that he could complain. Yes, that was why he was complaining. It was a strange feeling, being too old for things. He wasn't entirely certain if he wanted to give up being able to bring himself about easily. He dreaded the day he had to sit down more than move around.

"I'll be fine." He chuckled lightly, waving his hand dismissively. "Cobalt's knee would probably act up so we really shouldn't bother him. I think we can finish this on our own!" He said with determination.

Looking about, Riley wondered what else could be done. "Oh, we could bring some sort of a small stand over in the corner for the cutleries and the napkins. What do you think?"