log: louis and ren
The balcony off the main bedroom looked out across the lake, the sunset visible for now, and it might turn cool later when it actually set, but Ren supposed that when that happened he would figure out something to keep them warm, rather the fireplace in the bedroom, or blankets from the linen closets, or something else the thought of which made his heart pound just a bit. He set the glasses down on the small glass top table on the balcony. It was surprisingly clean for something that had not been used in who knew how long. He supposed that the caretakers had already prepped for spring and summer, because who knew when someone would make their way out for a weekend now that the spring had officially taken hold of weather?
"I think both sound amazing," Ren smiled at Louis, glancing at the bag before raising his gaze back up to the other man's face. "I think I can trust your taste here."
The question of course wasn't unexpected, and perhaps Ren had been requesting it to be asked when he'd brought Louis here, specifically. That instinct that he'd operated under had been begging for such curiosity, and so he could hardly be surprised when it was asked by the man in front of him. "I could," he replied lightly, glancing up to take in the roof line of the house, turning to take in the gardens on this side of the house, the well build dock that allowed for access into the lake from the boathouse, and whatever swimming access one wanted to take.
"If I said my mother what would you say?" He turned dark eyes to Louis, intense and curious.