Yeah, Ifrit's gotten used to Whisper's... whispers. It's not nearly as loud here as it was at Siesta, either - a little weird to be on a beach without a bunch of loud music playing, actually.

"Of course it is. I made it after all!" Ifrit's gotten good at grilling, although that is somewhat tempered by not having a flamethrower for aid. The meat's grilled nicely and seasoned... well, maybe a little too much for most people, but Ifrit's toned it down from what she prefers.

"What can I getcha?"