A boy named Sous

"Everybody relax!" Priestly burst into the Beach City Grill with his usual fanfare, which involved a lot of shouting and five seconds of random dancing. "I'm here!"

Tish smirked at him. "And you are . . . ?"

"Tish, you wound me. Right here." Priestly pressed his hand to his chest. ( It was his first time back in the grill since he'd left for points abroad that summer. )

[ooc: and canon is kicked off! Mostly establishy, but as always open to phone calls or emails or texts and things.]