A picnic sounds wonderful. It's been some time since I've allowed myself the time to go on one.

[Not since he was a teenager, in fact. But that's a detail he keeps quiet, because she knows what it actually means. He's in no mood to sour her night with reminders of personal tragedies.

Instead, he considers the scenario a bit more before laughing a little when a thought comes to him.]

Should we invite Thoma, let's not tell him until right as we're ready to leave. Otherwise he'll spend more time preparing the picnic than actually enjoying it.