Well, it was good to know that food poisoning probably wouldn't effect him, but it sure would her, and that was not something she would enjoy experiencing. It was why she'd purchased the cooler, after all - they could have brought the food in another bag, but the days were so warm that she worried about things spoiling.

Steve might be bothered by her comments, but she wasn't. They came out easily, and she was so almost detached from those experiences, sitting there with him in the sun, that there was no pull of grief or melancholy. If she knew that he didn't like hearing about it, though, she would make an effort to keep the mentions minimal - she'd had to suffer through that part of her life, but he didn't need to come along for the ride down memory lane with her.

"I think you'd look adorable with freckles," she told him with a playful smile. "But shade sounds good, after we've soaked up some of this warmth." She settled down properly onto the blanket beside him, stretching her legs out in front of her and straightening out her skirt, which just reached the tops of her knees. It was still both strange and thrilling to walk around with bare skin, but the sun felt wonderful on her legs.