[center][color=Gray][h1][u]Knight Phineas Holiday Cassidy[/u][/h1][/color][/center]

Finn nodded to John. [color=Gray]"Plenty more and better, that's my brew so it ain't exactly oak cask aged."[/color] He spoke to the older man as he laid out a few more bottles of whiskey to be spread around. He had a feeling the group could put away quite a bit of his stockpile, that was good Maine had started to complain his stash would overtake the armory soon if they didn't drink some of it up.

Finn focused on cooking, but an eye rested on the others he knew how to watch them and look busy he noticed an exchange between Baily and Prism but he decided not to say anything. Wasn't his place and knowing mercs it could be a fight about getting paid or dealing with BoS Maxson had been dragging them down from the once lofty heights the Brotherhood aspired too. [color=Gray]"Y'all best get over here! I finished potatoes and I'ma start on the steak, how you like it cooked rare, medium, burnt?"[/color] He hummed a moment, using it was a way again focus attention towards him.

[color=Gray]"Servius, Deathclaw steak is all about the one you kill. Male Deathclaw's are wanderers, smaller, and very little good meat on them mostly around the stomach. Females are a bit better, slightly more fat... Still not very good, the mother Deathclaw's though!"[/color] Finn gave a proud laugh as seasoned the pan adding herbs and oil. [color=Gray]"They have lots of good cuts, they are more sedimentary taking care of the young and such, eating a lot more as well makes them marle nicely. These steaks are from a group of 'claws that got cleared out by another group of mercs. We watched the fight, scavenged ammo, and then Maine had me mark the bodies for cuts and he got to chopping." [/color]

Finn chuckled for a bit. [color=Gray]"After Maine cut'em I sliced all the best cuts out and we dumped the bodies and spare meat near the harbor."[/color] He rolled his neck as he moved to the fridge and retrieved something it took hours for him to make and which he was very stingy with, [i]butter[/i]. [color=Gray]"As for cooking steaks... Best recipes use a mixture of rad-away in the oil. You combine that with a bit of spice from the garden and then you douse each steak with butter."[/color] He grinned looking at the former Legionary.

[color=Gray]"As for how I ended up here..."[/color] Finn grew quiet for a moment, the same question had come around a few times and Finn never gave the same answer twice. BoS had found himself useful and his knowledge of machines, clean food prep, and most importantly skill had gotten him the offer to train, they knew Finn had been part of several local disputes and lost people. They also knew he had once been much worse about his drinking, now he merely drank with meals and light between, he kept it where no one in the Brotherhood complained.

Originally Finn was only sober when he couldn't afford the booze and was working on getting more, Finn was in a good mood so today's lie would only be half-truths. [color=Gray]"Lost what made me happy... Without it, saw no reason to live where I did, I couldn't be happy. Figured I'd go somewhere and try to make sure other people could be happy."[/color] He left out the murderous revenge, the years of blackout drinking, the self-loathing, and other attempts to find peace.

Then, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HS8VlbQtPzo]that song started[/url] the music played from his pipboy and Finn turned away, eyes focused on the pan. As the music played, anyone with ears could hear Finn was the male singer... Then a female voice joined in. Finn tilted his hat to cover his eyes, as they watered slightly. But the smile never moved, Finn fought the tears his voice never betraying his hidden sadness.

[color=Gray]"So how you all want those steaks?"[/color] Only a few with great powers of deduction as well as Maine the ever observant and knowing the Knight well would know this was a song he had brought with him from his old home. One he sang with a woman he never spoke of and ignored the existence of if you dared ask her name, Finn just wished it hadn't played... Hearing Jess sing so sweetly in that melancholy love song made him want to be home, just to make sure his grave lay next to hers outside next to the little garden beside the church.

Phineas didn't feel like talking much once the song began to play but he didn't dare turn it off... He loved that voice to much to ever do that.