Smoke gets in your pies

We had a (fairly) impromptu picnic chez nous with the granddaughters and their parents. 
Sausages on the open fire, hummus, kuku, felafel, mozzarella and fried aubergines were rustled up by self and son (no actual pies!)

Clamouring cats and dog were incarcerated for the duration, save for the oldster (extra 1).

Earlier, the girls had got stuck into making a first course, presenting us with brimming bowls of flower&leaf 'soup'. 
In extra 2, the little one appears to have a dinosaurian alter-ego (or daemon.)