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[center][h1][color=purple]Marco DePaulo [/color][/h1]
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[color=purple]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake - Main Hall and Kitchen 
[color=purple]Skills[/color]: N/A[/center]
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Marco gave Em a kiss on the cheek once they got to the main hall and Dobbs pointed out where the kitchen was. It seemed that he was the only one headed that way for the moment, which he was fine with. It gave him some time to think about what he was going to make for the group as well as some time to calm down. Usually Emily was the hot head of the two of them, but some of the shit Dobbs had said had really pissed him off. Sure, Dobbs didn't know the truth, and he doubted Dobbs rightly cared, but it just pissed him off. It wasn't like he had decided to piss away his future. It was because someone decided that they didn't like the color of his skin, and being reminded of that just made Marco's blood boil every time. No one in the court system had wanted to listen to him, not even his own goddamn lawyer.

He took a deep breath and started to look around. He was going to make the best goddamn brunch to give them energy for cleaning up this old crusty camp. Then he'd also start prepping for lunch and dinner as well. Demi's comment about mac and cheese had given him a few ideas for lunch and dinner, and he suspected that making a bastardization of his grandma's gumbo wouldn't be amiss for them. They probably didn't have seafood but they had to have some kind of sausage, right?

He started to look around and pulled out cartons of eggs, packages of fresh bacon, as well as bread, and some puff pasty he found in the freezer. A quiche sounded perfect. He started digging around and noticed a limited number of fresh vegetables and sighed. He then went over to the freezer again and pulled out a package of frozen vegetables. It did make sense, this was a summer camp. They wouldn't really stock perishables like fruits and vegetables like that with the numbers they expected. He was lucky it was mostly frozen, rather than canned. The horrors of canned vegetable surprise that his father told him about made him gag.

He started up the oven, and lined several round dishes with the puffed pastry, and then started to whip up the egg filling, while separating out the bacon. The flat top would be perfect for cooking bacon and toast, as well as some plain eggs in case anyone was a picky eater. He wasn't sure about everyone's there food preference, so he would give them some choice. He did pause as he thought he heard his name, but brushed it off as he set about his work.