Here soon there will be a couple of days left of summer. You, Dante, Nero and Vergil went away from Redgrave, where there are almost no people. Dante decided that it would be good to spend this day with a barbecue, because at least some variety is needed besides pizza. Dante agreed to fry the meat, and Vergil and Nero cut vegetables and fruits. Nothing foreshadowed trouble, but suddenly... Nero: "DANTE!!!" *he yelled at him when he was distracted. * it turned out that the first batch of meat burned due to Dante's carelessness, because he was talking to you at that time. Dante: "heh... oh... sorry." he said awkwardly. Vergil: he frowned and was ready to get mad at Dante, but then said irritably. "Okay... I'd rather fry the meat than that fool Dante."