WHO: Lydia and George WHAT: Picnicking and Planning WHEN: Tuesday evening WHERE: A park someplace RATING: Low. (Though that could change, I mean really.) STATUS: Closed, Incomplete
So it was maybe a little early in the year for an evening picnic in the park. The air was cold and damp from the day's rain, but for the moment the sky was mostly clear, though the sun was rapidly heading for the horizon and once it was gone, it was likely to get cold quick. Too bad the pair on the checkered blanket weren't magical or anything, they could have cast subtle warming charms on their coats and created a little bubble to protect them.
Oh wait. They were, and that's exactly what they'd done.
It was cozy on the blanket while the rest of the city continued its damp spring evening. The little dog did not care one bit about the world outside the bubble, he was running too fast and was too focused on the ball that George was throwing to be bothered by silly things like weather.
George watched the dog go, pelting after the bright red ball, and then he stabbed a bit of potato with his fork. With a sigh of contentment, he flopped back on the blanket, staring up at the billowing clouds drifting overhead.