"Ooo, is there a story there?" Carlos asked curiously; AKA can I ask because I want to ask and he didn't even realize he was being rude; as violet had been so quiet, curled up with Killer, and he was just so damn easily distracted.
(( Chance was waiting patiently for the two to stop being old ladies so that he could make the introduction. ))
Carlos offered her a sheepish smile, "Nice to meet you. Sorry for the drama..." He said, having finally come out from where he'd hidden in the house. He got a beer and sat down in another of the chairs.
"Scared, 'Los?" Chance teased.
"Yeah, don't want to burn down the yard." He grinned to his brother.
"Looks like you already kind of did." Chance smiled, and brought Carlos a plate.
Carlos frowned a bit, and Ivan turned the flame down. This did not negate the fact that the oil was very hot and the second Ivan was up and Carlos downed the basket-- the oil was too hot, too full, and boiled over, a whoosh of flame as the oil hit the flame and the fire caught. "Oh, shit!"
Maybe they shouldn't be trusted with fire and beer.