"Be careful not to burn your faces," he teased and the four simultaneously straightened their backs. Their faces were red now, not from the heat, but from embarrassment.
Finn chuckled and continued with his cooking. They were stiff as tree trunks while he cooked, overcompensating for their previous debacle. He didn't point it out of course, lest they felt more embarrassed. When they get closer, he'd tease them then.
While the barbecue was carefully cooked, he took out one of his lunchboxes from space. The ones with chips were the ones remaining (he had already eaten the rest before). He let them have it as an appetizer.
"Fried thornroots?"
"Snacks to sate your hunger," he said. "I could hear your stomachs rumbling."
