[ME] [SE] don't go bacon my heart

Tal was most definitely unfashionably late, but that had never stopped him before. He knew better than to swing by the party before he'd finished the day's deliveries, though, and he'd never been one to put pleasure before business. So it wasn't until his hold was empty and his packages all put safely in the hands of their intended recipients that he made his way down to the beach. Boreal was nowhere in sight - the courier had some small sense of self-preservation, and keeping the dragon from trying to faceplant into the meats awaiting Ronin's tender ministrations upon the grill would have kept him from getting to enjoy even a moment of the day.

So, flying solo, he threaded his way through the throng and flashed Ronin a grin, with Remi receiving a respectful bob of his head as he snagged a plateful of rhampire ribs and the grilled leg of some kind of bird and then made his retreat.

He was looking for a quiet place to sit, out of the way and far from the thick of the festivities when he somehow ended up near a familiar face. "Hey, Sah," he called, plunking himself down beside the hunter. "What're y'doin' back in Torchline?" Not the usual place to see his Halovian frenemy in the brutal heat of summer!