Misha would be back momentarily, Damian knew, and in the meantime, he allowed the women to set up as they preferred. He removed his backpack and pulled the large beverage ewers out. They were glass vessels with spigots, one containing a light, laurel green liquid, and the other an orangeish brown. They were both cold.—Damian had not yet decided where they ought be placed when Misha approached with two blankets in his arms. Damian stood, and, after the quilts were tossed into the grass, he offered the angel one glare, then set about straightening the colorful quilt first. It was large enough to bear the four of them, but he would put out the other, in case it was desired.
Damian stooped to pin one side of the colorful blanket with his drink vessels. He would continue unpacking when this quilt business was finished, so he moved on to the blue quilt. It should be noted that the quilts were both much taller than he was and that it took him lifting his arms as high as he could to try to get the quilts straight. He then walked around, pulling out corners and smoothing, as everyone else did whatever it was they needed to do. He assumed Misha and Sadie would do enough speaking for all of them combined, so he offered no commentary.