Molly didn't have time to ask Arthur why he wasn't relaxed because he decided to give her the gift a bit early. She grinned brightly, almost bouncing with excitement. She was never a materialistic girl; she would've been thrilled with anything Arthur gave her. It was just the idea that the gift, whatever it was, came from his heart, and Molly knew it.
She sat there, her hands clasped in quiet anticipation, patiently watching Arthur fish around the inside of the picnic basket. "Whatever it is, sweetheart, I know I'm going to love it!"