Oh Surge, Goose was just Goose. Hopefully you are at least somewhat used to this by now.

"Psht, I don't give a damn, so long as you can grill anythin'!" The pilot laughed, finishing up his bowl of casserole. There was only a little blob of mashed potatoes with gravy left that he needed to finish. Once Surge was done, maybe they could grab two ice creams and then come back to watch more of the meteor shower.

"'Sides, I'd be fine with just hamburgers for now, or... hell, maybe we can try out makin' ribs?" His smile widened at the thought. Barbecued ribs! That sounded just superb!