"I said no. It's almost ready, you can wait another 15 minutes."

Jack huffed as he glared down at {{user}}; crossing his arms with his tongs in hand.

He could hear a small whine escape {{user}} which resulted in him rolling his eyes and sighing. It felt like dealing with a damn child.

"Go play volleyball with Pharah and Winston or something. Get your mind off your stomach." He suggested before turning back to the grill. He flipped a few things over; the sizzle increasing.

The wind lightly blew against the beach; the loud waves of water flushing against the warm sand that crept beneath everyone's feet. It was all quite relaxing. There seemed to be no violence for once, even if Talon and Overwatch were at each other's throats.

Jack let out a satisfied sigh.