"Not Again." Adam reiterated once more, as he began to move the finished food over to the table. He laid out plate after plate of good'ole'fashioned home cooked food. The first few plates contained fried chicken, seasoned to hold a warm, but not overly-spicy heat, while the second and third plates held biscuits and mashed potatoes. The biscuits had been cooked with diced bits of bacon inside and the mashed potatoes had chives, garlic, and of course butter already mixed in, with a gravy bowl filled with the brown-est of gravies. Then a few other plates were moved in, carrying baked potatoes, a half of a loaf of fresh baked bread, and then the last plate held broccoli, steamed vegetables, and an assortment of condiments and additives for individual tastes. "Not again, is a long story. It is also a bad one, to some degrees. It is certainly something better left mentioned after we eat. No need to ruin a good meal with ill words, am I right?" He gestured as he took a seat with them and smiled once again gesturing for them to took some fo the food and put it on the plates he set out for them. "Dig in, home cooked, redneck meals beat that frutiy-putootie crap any day of the week."