Looking at his face, he really didn't seem the kind of man who worried about what anyone thought, least of all whether or not his cooking was bland. But Brian had insisted, and she figured it couldn't hurt much to try it out. He cook handed her the plate, which Pepper took with a brief "Thanks much," and she proceeded to try a bite of the pork slathered in sauce -

She had turned bright pink in about two seconds. It did not compliment her freckles very well.

Holy hell, it burned like she'd stuck her tongue over an open flame and then poured tabasco sauce over the wound. Pepper normally didn't have a problem with spicy, but this wasn't spicy, it was all-consuming fiery hatred in sauce form.

"Bleeding buggering fuck, Brian! What the hell is that and why did you tell me to - " she managed to scream but couldn't finish, dropping the plate on the grass and running over to the beer that someone had (thankfully) set out, chugging the first can in her reach. The carbonation made it worse, though, so she tried lemonade, but that really wasn't helping either.

The hose. That was the best plan. Brian would get it later.