[ Somehow, on Global Hug Day, Hunk's come into possession of a novelty apron of grand import. Did he buy it for this day? Probably! He's paranoid enough that he's still repping a job, and he's unlucky enough to be running Gourmand because it's lighter and more casual. So he's wearing this apron and wandering around the campsite between activities.

But whenever he makes eye contact (as if he were a daggone Pokemon Trainer) he starts to grin, waiting for confirmation that he can indeed bear hug someone. Running's always an option, too, but do you really want a Gourmand chasing you? ]

[ Shiro planted the idea of firearm-related teambuilding into Hunk's head. Since then, he's been spending some time piecing together some prototypes! A quartet of paintball rifles, one purple, one red, one blue, and one green, rest upon a table, each with a few teal ammo boxes nearby. ]

So, the ammo uses water-elemental magitek but it's toned way down with the paint so it won't kill you. And the paint's biodegradable and pretty washable- I even ate some of it! [ He sounds a bit like he's said this twenty times, but practice makes perfect. Like clockwork, he gestures towards some practice dummies trees with printouts of a monster overlaid atop a bullseye. Looks like you get to pick your favorite. ] Aim for the targets, and please don't look down the gun barrel!

[ And then as if to demonstrate, he pulls out his gunblade, featuring some modifications similar to what's on the rifles, and fires a paintball at one of the trees, which features a Chocobo Eater who has been hit many, many times. ] Any questions?

[ You could probably get into a low-impact paintball war if you really wanted to. It might even be worth the stern talking-to from the staff... ]

[ If you didn't think Hunk was beyond excited to teach a class about anything, you must have never seen him talk. About anything. Dude's enthusiastic. So as it turns out, depending on the day and time, he could be teaching people how to cook travel bread, a hearty breakfast, or a low-effort dessert! Of course, the most important thing is that before any campers are allowed to sit down, they have to give their express permission to be recorded for his cooking mogcast. Balmogra, his trusty sunglasses'd moogle, is flying around with Hunk's iMog slate strapped to him, akin to a baby carrier, to catch the footage.

But let's be honest, we're not all Great Gourmands here. Something or someone is probably gonna get toasty. Or maybe you'll give him footage for a pilot of Vaikuntha's Kitchen Calamities. ]