"It would be stupid, but they might want us to hunt here, too." Sam didn't like it. "The food is probably safe, just saying popping it in your mouth just cause doesn't seem the brightest idea. Gotta be careful." He reached over and brushed his fingers along her arm. He really did want Betsy safe; he liked having her around.
"Impulsive is good sometimes. Seeing as you didn't die..." He claimed a berry from the tart and popped it in his mouth. There was definite surprise as the damn thing burst in flavor stronger than he'd had ever known. He blinked slowly. "Ssshit."
He looked down in the basket to see what else might be in there. "Let's go with nibbling food and walking. We probably don't want to just sit here and making faces as we eat." He laughed softly. It wasn't at all a bad idea, but they wouldn't get much done if they just stayed put and ate.
"Not bad." He did like the way she looked, with or without sandals. Or clothes. He found a pair of boots or something like boots. Not at all like what he'd normally wear, but he would put these on.