Weird, huh? The whole wacky parallel thing we have going on. Weird and wacky.
[Oz picks up a baggie he brought with two peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwiches in them. He hands one to Willow and keeps one for himself. It's a mixture of emotions sitting here with her without anything between them. He loves it. He's missed her. But he's still anxious over all of the what if's that still lie between them, all of the unknowns.]
Our first picnic, which is less weird and wacky and more with the fun and nice.