Alex adjusted the seat cushion behind her and leaned back. "Dad, it's Father's Day. You really shouldn't be doing the cooking."
"It's useless to argue with him Alex. The Beast Master is Casey's baby and he won't let anyone else touch it. Besides, his burgers are amazing!" Morgan enthused.
"Mmph" Casey grunted as he took a seat in the matching deck chair next to Alex's.
Alex smiled. "Dad, you really need to learn how to take a complement. Morgan knows food. Chuck always says he's the undisputed king of finding great restaurants with meals under ten dollars."
"He's also the undisputed king of Mystery Crisper."
"'Mystery Crisper'?" asked Alex.
"It's something the Buy Morons did to waste time. They'd challenge each other to eat the most disgusting thing left in the break room refrigerator that hadn't grown legs and walked away first. Grimes never lost, so forgive me if I question if his taste in food is really that trustworthy. Unless Jeff and Lester were right and he really was cheating at the game."
"Hey!" Morgan protested. "Jeffster may have tried to claim I was numbing my tongue with hot sauce, but the investigating committee Skip and Fernando formed completely exonerated me! I won fair and square, and I'm willing to prove that any time, any where!"
An evil smile grew on Casey's face. "I knew you'd take the bait." He leaned to the side and took a package out of the ice cooler, something wrapped it what in a previous life might have been white butcher's paper, then double bagged and sealed in evidence bags. "When we mothballed the Orange Orange I found this in the back of the freezer. Walker said it was left over from the Weinerlicious, sausage that was dirt cheap because it came from a country that ignored the FDA and Customs. It never got used because no one was willing to touch it, let alone cook it, and I doubt it's mellowed with age. I may have to throw out the grill top after this, but what do you say Grimes? If I can cook it, can you eat it?"
"You don't scare me Casey." Morgan leaned forward with a smirk and nodded toward the sausage. "Do your wurst."
Both seat cushions hit Morgan's face at the same time, but Alex's hit harder.
A/N: Sorry, I'm a paronomasiac.
