Romilda had been looking forward to this ever since they'd planned it, but especially since she'd finished making her bikini. And then, since she'd had time before going to the beach, she'd also made herself a matching sarong to go around her waist. Not that she really needed it - the only time when she actually needed clothes over her bathing suit was right now, because it was still cold here in England, and she'd covered up with leggings and a sweater, tying the sarong around her neck instead as a makeshift scarf.
She opened the door, and grinned widely up at him, lifting up onto her tiptoes for a kiss. "Well hi there, snowflake," she said happily. Then she laughed, noting the picnic basket under his arm, and lifted the one she was holding as well. "Looks like we matched. At least we won't go hungry."