Kaell didn't miss a beat. He transitioned into a smooth dance move, sliding right up to the grill. "Think about the engagement, Daddy! If we post the ribs now, we hit the algorithm perfectly. We’re talkin' viral."

"Stop saying 'no cap' and go get the plates," Daddy Black grumbled, though a small, reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Aesthetic?" Daddy Black repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. "You’re worried about the 'aesthetic' while the ribs are out here suffering? You’re out here doing a little dance for the internet, and I’m out here fighting for my life against this charcoal!"