"I did." he confirmed. "I hope my selections will please you." They should; he knew everything it was possible to know about her without prying, including the foods she liked best, which fruits in season and what accompaniment to serve with them, if any. "The knoll." he pointed to the well-known but oft avoided spot. Pretty though it was, for most it was too far away from the action, a state which had naturally endeared itself to him as a place of escape when the pretense became too much. As much as he fitted in around here, taking up the elven habit of not eating meat and finding himself feeling (surprisingly) more healthy for it, learning their dance styles and methods of swordplay, even to taking up teaching the art, there were times when he found the strangeness hard to bear. It was one of the reasons he'd not adopted their form of dress, preferring to remain in human clothing which was thankfully fairly easy to come by. That it changed frequently in style was a reminder of his entrapment in this realm and he eventually found himself a tailor, who could fit the clothing he acquired in more simple styles and timeless. It made him feel better, as did his present company and his smile was genuine rather than reserved or forced as he escorted her to their chosen picnic spot where the Brownies had already laid a cloth and cushions before discreetly vanishing.
"My lady." he offered his hand to steady her while she sat and arranged her skirts. "That color is lovely on you." he added mildly, wanting to compliment, but doing so cautiously. "Is it new?"