gm01epic
It was like an omen. The bottle washed up on shore, a small rolled-up parchment sitting comfortably inside. The boy, noticing it, picked it up, carefully removing the cork sealing it. Before even taking the parchment, he noted the bottle's quality: very solid, green, and even pretty.
The grill sizzled as the smell of meat wafted through the air. The man carefully flipped the foods, praying that nothing was burned. Thankfully, his prayers came true - everything was cooked to perfection. Smiling, he set the table, rationing out meals and making everything look nice. This would be a great barbeque.