"I like it." I nod when she takes the wine, wondering when this really happened, the two of us. Whenever it was, whenever we crossed that line from friends to something more, I'm happy it has.

"It's nothing much," I admit when I show her the blanket with plates and food near where the trees start in earnest. It was a warm day and that's carried over as its waned. Soon we'll have to head back to the commitments we have in the outside world so it's nice to pretend for another night or two.