Decoration Day. Now he was the one stumping her, mentioning a holiday that she was certain she'd never heard of it before. It was only through an explanation offered by the Erik in her head that she realized it was the older incarnation of Memorial Day - Erik and Charles both remembered when the day had been renamed and classified as a national holiday.
She'd knelt on the blanket and had been busy pulling out the plastic containers of food and removing the lids when he took off his jacket and made her heart skip a beat. It was the blue of his shirt - it made the color of his eyes so bright, and it worked wonderfully with his blonde hair. He was the one who was stunning in that moment, not her. She had to blink heavily a few times to snap herself out of it or she might very well have stared at him for hours without looking away.
One fairly large container was filled with an assortment of triangle-halved sandwiches, including chicken salad, turkey, and ham. Another held cold fried chicken, which was still cool enough to taste exceptionally good in the heat of the day. Smaller containers held potato salad, green grapes, and slices of watermelon. A final large container was set aside, still covered, to warm up a little in the sun.
She set out a small stack of blue napkins and paper plates, and a small collection of white plastic utensils. It wasn't the fanciest picnic, but she hoped it would do. "I forgot to ask yesterday if there was anything in particular that you wanted for today, or that you didn't like, so I hope this is okay," she said with a bit of worry in her voice and expression. It was that sealed container that she was most looking forward to sharing with him, but they were adults and they could wait for dessert. Probably.
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She'd knelt on the blanket and had been busy pulling out the plastic containers of food and removing the lids when he took off his jacket and made her heart skip a beat. It was the blue of his shirt - it made the color of his eyes so bright, and it worked wonderfully with his blonde hair. He was the one who was stunning in that moment, not her. She had to blink heavily a few times to snap herself out of it or she might very well have stared at him for hours without looking away.
One fairly large container was filled with an assortment of triangle-halved sandwiches, including chicken salad, turkey, and ham. Another held cold fried chicken, which was still cool enough to taste exceptionally good in the heat of the day. Smaller containers held potato salad, green grapes, and slices of watermelon. A final large container was set aside, still covered, to warm up a little in the sun.
She set out a small stack of blue napkins and paper plates, and a small collection of white plastic utensils. It wasn't the fanciest picnic, but she hoped it would do. "I forgot to ask yesterday if there was anything in particular that you wanted for today, or that you didn't like, so I hope this is okay," she said with a bit of worry in her voice and expression. It was that sealed container that she was most looking forward to sharing with him, but they were adults and they could wait for dessert. Probably.