Who: George, Wrath Where: Out on a casual date When: Saturday What: So, you can't be around the children
As dates went, this one was pretty lazy. They'd gone to the bark and were stretched out on a blanket, relaxing in the shade of a tree. They'd brought along food, and George was flicking the weird, wrinkly grapes that they hadn't wanted at the ducks in the pond. The ducks seemed very pleased, though, if the quaking was anything to go by.
"Ducks are cute," George said, draping himself over Wrath to root around in the Tupperware for more food scraps. "They don't sneak attack from above like seagulls, though."