Rogue had had all sorts of photographs with her friends back before the war. Posed group photos, candid shots, selfies, she'd collected them all, especially when things had taken a turn for the worse in the political sphere. When the war had properly begun, she'd been one of many to carry around a stack of photos to remember those who had been lost. Those photos were all gone now, and she would give a great many things to have them back, even just one of herself and Remy.

There wasn't much to pack, since she'd already gathered up the containers of food, but she squared it all away in the cooler before climbing off the blanket. "Oh sugar, you have to survive, we haven't even gotten to the real dessert yet," she teased him suggestively, adding a wink at the end as she leaned down to grab a corner of the blanket.