[It's rare to see someone like her blush, but it couldn't be helped. Somehow he always managed to make her feel special. She'll pop down on a blanket she spread out on the grass and pat the space beside her. Though she was a skilled witch, Beato wasn't a skilled cook. She'd have purchased most of what was in the basket, but she'll die before she admits it.]

I would expect no less from you, David.

I'm sure you'll like what I brought. But, to be honest, I really wanted to just see you...alone. That's okay, right?