Rosario's more cautious; she crouches to pat the grass before she sets her butt down. Call it healthy common sense or a lack of inborn luck (you could probably call it both), she'd rather not take her chances. "Got a choc glazed?" She digs into her own bag, producing an only slightly deformed Dunkin box, followed by a bottle of red, which she does indeed crack open. She tosses back a sip before offering it across. "Here, swap."