He responded, and within a minute there was.He responded, and within a minute there was... Dave has an insidious sense of humour, I will admit. He'd given me what I'd asked for, but inside a basket that looked straight out of Red Riding Hood. "I'm hardly going to grandmother's house." "Well," he responded through the speaker, "you do need something to carry it in." "Okay, okay. Dave, I'll be out on the beach." I followed my earlier suggestion and simply leapt over the railing of the porch. Dave did indeed catch me in a T-field and lowered me very easily to the beach of the lagoon. From there it was a short walk between the crag in the rocks to the actual beach. The sand was warm beneath my toes from the day's heat. The surf was loud, and the natural beauty of Pendor arrayed itself for me as I looked up along the ring. "Ahem." I turned around. She was sitting just to the right of me. "Hi." "Hi." she repeated. I sat down. "What's that?" she asked, looking at the basket. "A blanket. I hate the way sand gets into everything. Some wine, two glasses, some cheese and a knife, a candle. Oh, and the napkin. That was Dave's idea." I spread out the blanket and sat down. I uncorked the wine, and drew forth the knife. I cut the roundel into small slices, and handed one to her. She took it, looked at it, then tasted it, first a small nibble, then a bite. |