It was, honestly, the sort of something girls who had grown up a very different way than Evie would have done. Which surprises her. She'd never felt much desire to be one of those girls. She'd liked learning under her father the ways of being an Assassin. She loves it.

With the basket, Evie moves to Natasha. The spot she's chosen is lovely, and soon thanks to the magic of dreams, a rather cozy nest of sorts has been created. A large plush blanket for them to sit on, plenty of pillows. The food itself should never have fit inside of the picnic basket, let alone appeared so quickly. Further more, the blanket had come with a small canopy, keeping them cool in the bright summer day.

"Wine, or whiskey? We have both." They had a lot of things, weapons scattered amongst the food.