"You ruin all my fun, Sam Merlotte." Betsy teased. She didn't really want a harem of men, anyway. The only time that was any use was when she was playing them to pay for her stuff. If she was going to be serious about anyone, she was a one man woman.
Reluctantly, she sat up when he did, and got a better view of their surroundings. She couldn't believe the colors, the way the plants looked, any of it. She felt like she was in a fairytale, and the clothes didn't help any.
Betsy reached over to the picnic basket and rifled around in it, there were a few things to choose from. Something that looked like a tart, some fruit. She plucked a strawberry and put it in her mouth.
It was like heaven on her tastebuds. To dramatically show this, Betsy flung an arm over her head and fell back into the blanket. "Wooooow."