"Okay, this really isn't a bad idea," Silas said, taking another gulp from the bottle in his hand.
"Wait till we add some music," Howard said, dropping a speaker.
Before either of them could speak, he played the song.
"Okay, this is good," they muttered, moving to the song's tune.
Each of them held tongs that they used to shift the chicken from time to time.
"This is burning," Howard said, pointing towards Asher's chicken.
"I kinda like it that way," Asher said with raised brows.
The music seemed to stop, even though it was still on.
"What kind of a weirdo are you?" Silas voiced, taking his eyes away from his chicken.
Asher shrugged.
"The kind that likes his grilled chicken slightly burnt?" he replied.
Silas sighed, then turned his chicken over.
"Here, take some disposable plates to serve yourselves," Howard said, bringing out a bunch of white, flat plates from his AI space.
Silas collected his own and immediately picked the chicken with the tongs.
