From where Luna sat, she smiled brightly up at him. "Sounds like you're getting unfit in your old age," she chided.
She hadn't been there long- really only long enough to put out the blanket for them to sit on (a large map of Middle Earth) and to open up the little board of fruits, cheeses and meats that she'd prepared. (Luna, over the last year, had become a true master of the charcuterie board. Something which she was sure her former LA self would be very confused about as a skill.)
The stormy humid weather of the last week seemed to have stopped, the last couple days dry enough that sitting on the grass was even feasible. The warmth remained, but no longer did the air feel damp and sticky. Luna - dressed a black top with succulents on it and black shorts - patted the blanket next to her. "I brought snacks and everything."