"I'm sure there must have at least been a picnic..." He mused, with the hint of a smile. He recalled one or two, when they had been younger, in fact. "Though you're right, they were not at all like this."
He was more than happy to do this more often, as she suggested. He turned toward the window when she mentioned the scenery. "It is," he agreed. "A very welcome change, after what we had previously." Sitting back again, his leg brushed something beneath the table, though he assumed it had been Marian's own, or the table.