The sound of Chris' stomach made Simon laugh and he gave his hand a tug, pulling him to follow. "Sounds like you need some dinner right now! Come on, I've got just the thing," he knew Regent's Park fairly well, having been to it a few times. He knew there was a cluster of trees at the edge of the boating lake, looking over Hanover island, that was off the path and relatively secluded. Since they were jogging a little, Simon kept hold of Chris' hand, because it just looked like two friends, one egging the other on. That it might mean more to the two boys wasn't obvious.
As Simon hoped, the spot was empty and they were concealed by trees and bushes, only the squirrels and a couple of curious ducks to observe them. "This is good, yeah?" he said, putting down his back pack and pulling out a checkered cloth for them to sit on. Then he brought out a lunchbox and a thermos. The lunchbox was a magical one, designed to fit more than it seemed to and keep the food cool. Simon brought out sandwiches, some mini-quiches and some tarts (raspberry and lemon) . "I didn't really know what you liked so I made several different types of filling," he explained as he set out the food. "There's tea in the thermos, but I have some juice cartons too," he looked at Chris with a hopeful, slightly anxious expression. Was this too much?