The five got settled down and the evening started out smoothly. Sonic decided to pull out his grill onto the patio and make some barbecue. Tails, Knuckles, Rouge, and Amy played a game of Scrabble on the picnic table while Sonic stood over the grill. After awhile the game turned nasty; Tails, of course, was creaming the other four. Knuckles stared down at his tray, it was his turn and he could not find a word, no matter how many times he rearranged the letter tiles.
"Could I use 'nada'? You know, as in, Spanish for nothing?" he asked.
"Yeah that'd be fine." Amy muttered just wanting the game to hurry up. She glanced over at Sonic. She wiggled her fingers at him and puckered her lips. Sonic just rolled his eyes and turned back to the grill.
"Hold up," Rouge said putting up her hand, "I thought we agreed on no foreign languages."
"Well, we let Amy do 'salut' which is French for hello."
"It's also an English word though." Knuckles responded.
"No, that's 'salute' with an e…." Tails corrected, "Oh man, I can't believe I didn't catch that the first time!"
"Why does it really matter? You're whoopin our butts anyway." Rouge grumbled, "Just let him play it." Then she looked over at Knuckles and gave him a small wink that no one else saw.
Knuckles blinked.
Rouge stifled a giggle as she watched him struggle to find words to say.
They debated about it for 15 more minutes until Tails gave in.
Sonic came up to the table, "Foods ready," he announced.
"'bout time" Knuckles grumbled as he stood up.
"Hey now, you can't rush good bbq."
"Yeah whatever, I'm starving. Let's eat."
Everyone cheered in agreement as they rose from the table. Amy latched onto Sonic's arm, "I'm sure the barbecue is off da hook. As a reward, I think the cook deserves a kiss."
Sonic gagged and try to detach away from her.
Only Tails remained sitting at the table.
Rouge put her hand on his shoulder, "Come on foxboy. Aren't you hungry?"
"I'm an idiot! I still can't believe I screwed up on the spelling." he complained as he slammed his head, facedown, against the wooden surface.
"Aw….get used to it, kid. It will happen more often as you get older."
"What?" he mumbled into the table.
"Screwing up. Now, let's get something before it's all gone. Sonic and Knuckles eat like a friggin pigs."
