Dimitri smirked in satisfaction as Kassy agreed to the amount of cookies to be baked, however the smirk was lost and quickly replaced with a much less than dignified squeak as Dimitri found himself being hugged. As he'd followed after her, Dimitri had made a mental note to work her twice as hard during the next training session for that. A quick -and thankfully uneventful- shopping trip later, and they were right back home. After chucking a few whole eggs into Regis' feeding dish and washing his hands, Dimitri had wasted virtually no time getting out onto the back deck and getting the grill ready. 

The sudden shift in plans had meant that Dimitri hadn't gotten the chance to soak the wood chips in apple cider in the fridge overnight like he usually would have, however dicing up some apples and  adding them to the wood worked just as well if he truly had to compromise. After adding in some onions to the wood as well for flavor, Dimitri started the fire and turned his attention to the lamb. Whilst rubbing them in a combination of salt, pepper, and garlic powder Dimitri overheard Kassy's question and scowled as his face flushed in response to the nickname. He would have complained long ago where it not for the fact that he knew he'd be a hypocrite for often referring to Kassy as 'Kas', and instead once more swallowed his pride and mulled over Kassy's inquiry, "[b]I suppose we could get you something of your own. We'd have to be careful to make sure it's something Regis couldn't eat, or at least make it too hard to get to.[/b]". 

As if on queue, Regis -whom had followed Pulse outside for some sun- crawled from his impromptu sunning spot on one of the deck's pieces of lawn furniture and began to climb up Dimitri's leg. He patiently waited until Regis had clambered up to his back before carrying the platter of chops over to the grill and tossing them on. The meat sizzled and popped a bit, eliciting a grin from Dimitri as he grabbed a bowl of glaze he'd set on one of the grill's racks and began to swipe over the meat as it cooked. There were few things that made Pulse legitimately happy, however the bourbon glaze that his grandmother had taught him to make was definitely one of those things. As far as he was concerned, it was a thing of beauty; made from a combination of dark and light brown sugar, a dash of worcestershire and soy sauce, and some honey bourbon that he'd convinced one of his older coworkers to purchase for him. Dimitri left half of the sauce in the bowl for when the lamb chops where done, and closed the grill. As Regis finally clambered atop Dimitri's shoulders, Dimitri debated whether or not to go back inside to wait, however ultimately opted not to, figuring that he'd more than likely be pushed right back out by Kassy to ensure the safety of the cookie dough she was preparing.