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[color=teal]Location:[/color] Boca Catalina, Aruba
[color=teal]Interactions:[/color] The Team
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Stationed as far as he could be from the water while still being on the beach and near his teammates, Vincent busied himself with preparing food. He tended to a pair of grills simultaneously, using them to grill up meats and vegetables at the same time. Behind him, set a safe distance away so he didn't trip over them, were a number of coolers and freezer bags, each one helpfully labeled with the ingredients inside. Next to the grills, set a couple feet away, were a couple of folding tables, bearing the food that was already good to eat. It was mostly hot dogs, burgers, and kabobs, but there was also grilled corn, bell peppers, and even watermelon, to name a few. There was also some salad and even local food that Vincent had attempted to recreate. He wasn't confident in it, but it was good enough for a first try, he felt.

He heard Zach and Viktor talking by the water and felt a shudder run up and down his spine. Despite being dressed in his swim trunks, black with a white stripe down the sides, the metal-bending hero had no desire to go into the water. [color=teal]"I'll guard the food with my life!"[/color] he called back, only half-joking. All the ingredients were expensive and he had plans for every single one, so he would be damned if anything was eaten before it was ready. [color=teal]"Just make sure you guys come up and eat some of this! Don't let all my hard work go to waste!"[/color]