Someone had the bright idea to pull a charcoal grill up onto the roof, and through the pooling of rations there's not that bad of a spread going. Plenty of beer too, as Desmond's latest batch is ready to be drunk, and what better means of taste-testing than a small shindig?

It's not loud, out of deference to the neighbors and current state of affairs, but there are still smiles and laughs to be shared.

Desmond can be found:

A:

Grilling, because this is a barbecue, dammit. "Hold that plate for me, I think this is ready."

B:

Putting another beer in someone's hand. "Time for a refill!"

or C:

Chilling at the roof's edge, watching the sunset over Asgard in fiery streaks of scudding clouds. He's full, settled and happy for company. Join him?