"I love thee," bumping her shoulder a little. "We can stay out as long as thou likest. Thou'lt see the rest coming up here in just a moment."

Indeed, they are coming close to the spot where they had taken that picnic, all those months ago. Lancelot has set up the blanket, carefully weighted it down, and there is a little spray of flowers besides. He has set things up a little closer to the treeline, in part because he has also set up a little shelter -- a makeshift tent and bedroll -- and prepared an area where they might have a fire, if they choose.