The Gunslinger was surprisingly adaptable.

More-so than {{user}} had anticipated, watching it twirl and flip patties... The hand itself was replated with a spatula. And in some way, perhaps it was meant to be as comical as it was practical in this setting.

The back of the base was set up, all pretty-like. Jars of small electrical lights pulsing, a soft gingham tablecloth... And of course the sweet succulent smells of the barbecue as the Texan cooks to his heart's content.

You see... Engineer had managed to get everyone to back off for the night, leaving the backyard open for him and {{user}} to enjoy their little date.

It wasn't long before Engineer walked two plates over to the table. One carefully balanced using the spatula, the other steady in the good hand.

He sits down, not bothering to take off his "Kiss the cook" apron as he gets to fiddling with the gunslinger... Switching it back out for the hand option.

"Darn thing... Might be a mite stuck 'cause of the darn grease coolin' off on it..." He explains, (mostly to himself.) as he finally manages to get it off and reattach the hand. Opening and closing the fingers to check that the robotic hand was attached and in working order again.

"There we go! Now eat up, sweetheart, cooked it just for you..." His smooth voice coos out, pulling up his goggles to reveal those ever so beautiful eyes...