Huh, definitely cute, and apparently British. The accent was endearing, even with all the cursing. She'd known people from the UK but had never dated any. Her grin turned a bit cheeky, and she set the tote bag down on the grass to put her hands on her hips.
"Pretty sure bollocks-tickling falls into second date territory," Claire teased. "But yeah, I'd say you're lucky." She didn't feel too conceited to say so, considering she hadn't been leaving her house for just anyone since she arrived at Lincoln River.
Then she bent to tug the blanket out of the bag, unfolding it to spread it across the grass. "Gimme a hand with this, please?" There might have been a little batting of eyelashes, with that request.