"Maybe you're right. And maybe there's wine," she replies, with a sideways glance. "It's right up here." They round the corner, and she's more than a little relieved to see the spread still intact, the picnic blanket folded up and resting on top of the basket she's left there - filled with sandwiches, fresh fruit, a bottle of wine and some other assorted food for snacking on. She breaks away from him briefly to spread the blanket out, smoothing it over the ground first. "Sit, rest your legs. I can get everything ready."