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Dillan's father smiled proudly seeing that everyone was enjoying the barbecue. "Thank ya kindly.... Been cookin it the same since me pappy started when he was younger." The true secret was in a spice that his family used, and just some knowledge on how to cook different meats properly. Everyone was digging in, enjoying the food. He looked to his son Dillan to check on the boy, and see how he was fairing. Dillan was generally alright, but every now and then he had his fits caused by the PTSD. His mother was just as concerned watching their still baby boy eat his food peacefully looking around at his newly made friends.

Dillan looked around seeing what looked like the two sisters (Blair and Alexandra) eating side by side, with Jellie sitting close by. He stood up. "Anybody want a drink?" He slowly made his way to get a bottle of water, when he looked up seeing a man waving at them. “Hey neighbors. We just moved in. I’m Roy and that’s my son, Xavier. Nice to meet you."

"It's good to meet you too sir.... You're welcome to over and eat if you like." Dillan rose his hand saying hello, looking up at the both of them being his polite self. He was a disciplined individual, just how the Corps trained him to be. <Their cabin looks more like a house.... Do they live here?> He honestly wouldn't be surprised, him and his folks use to just come here every summer. But this island did hold 6,000 people, and beach front property was always popular. "Oh yeah, feel free! There's still plenty of food and drinks left.." Dillan's father chimed in generously.