In the end, the thing that mattered most to Marguerite was the realness of their feelings. She hadn't wanted something dictated by the dreams and she had told Armand as such when he had expressed concern that she would wait around for some dream man. Which wasn't Marguerite's style at all. Of course she wanted love, but she wanted the real thing for that was when one truly lived. Vivez, live. If ever a day happened where she stopped believing in that, she would no longer be herself.
Romance was lovely. Of course it was, and Marguerite was all for it. But this was more personal, more them which made it more romantic. There were scripts to follow in life or so these sorts of holidays would make one think. But she was the faerie queen after all, and there was magic in everything if one just happened to be open to that possibility.
The crime wave was indeed worrisome. With the anonymous poem and the phone hang ups, she couldn't be too sure. Locking the door was habit, but with everything going on, it was a bit more pressing to remember locking up. Just in case. All she could really do though was hope it would end soon and that things would return to some sort of normal again. Where there wasn't that worried sense that she was being followed yet whenever she looked back, there was no one there that stood out as a threat.
Door opened for her, Marguerite bowed her head in thanks, brow quirked and waiting to see if she would get any sort of clue. Which was the sunset. Okay, she could work with that. Hopefully. They lived in Orange County and there were plenty of piers and lookouts over the ocean. There had been no claims of bringing a swimsuit so it wasn't a bonfire on the beach, that could be ruled out.
They were at a parking lot. A park of sorts, overlooking the beach. So she was right on that. It was only once she was out of the car, the door closed that she noticed the large container Percy was getting and her eyes widened in delight as she gasped and smiled.
"Why Percival Blakeney, did you pack a picnic to watch the sunset?"
And who knew, depending on the angle and the light, they might even see the elusive green flash.