"In case of picnics?" he says, shrugging. "Why not have a picnic blanket?"

"Is there any limit to your carrying capacity?" Ooh, potato salad. Nom.

"Haven't hit it yet," he says cheerfully.

"Then I guess carrying around a random picnic blanket in case of picnic makes perfect sense!"

He giggles.

Om nom nom. "Thank you, this is exactly what I needed."

"Awesome," he beams, nibbling on a strawberry tart.

Picnicking, picnicking! "So apparently I've been demoted from Princess to Screaming Girl. How do her nicknames work?"

"Whim," he shrugs. "I've been Fucktoy since she met me, but these days I know she's using it ironically."

"Which you can tell how?"

He grins. "Because I know her."

"I'd say something like 'you poor soul', but except for being infuriatingly hinty at me she has been a useful force in my life."

"She's nice like that," he says. "In the nastiest possible way."

Bella nods. "I hope you don't object to having your class interrupted too much."

"Nah, I like picnics," he says, smiling at her.

"Me too."

He giggles.

"This is really good, did you just make it all and put it away for a - sunny day?" she asks, gesturing at the clear sky. She is currently working her way through a stuffed grape leaf.

"You can't exactly save picnic gear for a rainy day, so," Bella grins.

Celo giggles again. "Yeah," he says, and he looks at her, and he smiles.

Mmm, dumplings. Bella pops an entire one into her mouth and leans back, arms straight out under her shoulders.

Celo watches her with a big, happy smile on his face.

"You're in a good mood," observes Bella.