[She nods, thinking the same thing herself. Lacus rises as well, though with a bit less stumbling, and makes her way to the blanket. She takes a moment to turn around, taking in the dimmed lighting and the soft way the ice around them gleamed. She wears a soft smile as she does another slow turn in place, hair swirling around her.]
It's so nice in here. [Finally settling down on the blanket.] I never would have expected a picnic here. What made you think of it?