You're toxic, I'm blarhahagaha. and I know I would like that mustache.
Giselle skipped ahead, and the young man smiled at her back, then laughed as she jumped back in surprise from a butterfly. She turned around in surprise as she bumped in him, and Silvano almost took her by the shoulders at that. His mind was having a fun time imagining what he could do. Shaking his head slightly, the young man gave her a slight grin at her question. His emerald eyes shot down at the pile of books before him. Honestly, it was rather surprising that she did not ask about the wrapped one at all. But before he could so much as open his jaws and even prepare to answer her, she exclaimed their arrival.
This was either going to be the most painful picnic he had ever had, or one of the best in his life. Silvano's head just needed to stop thinking about things that did not fit with Giselle, especially since she was so bubbly. And she seemed naive as well. But he was too. All he knew came from books or from what he had been told by his relatives. This was all such new ground that there was not even a traveler's guide to help him find his way to the nearest attraction. So, he walked on edge, trying not to fall off the road he couldn't even see beneath him. Silvano was happy to spend time with her. Maybe he would even forget about why he was nervous, and why he felt warm all over the entire time so far.
Emerald eyes scoped out the landscape; it was truly pretty. Beautiful, even. The light was casting a warm light on the world and the grass seemed so lush beneath his feet. It felt almost soft to his touch. Crouching, he grabbed at the grass, the green beneath his fingers thick. The scent of cut grass reached his nares as he pulled out the grass and let it cascade between his digits back to the ground. Rising, he smiled broadly. "It's beautiful..," he said absently, watching the water sparkle. Giselle painted a pretty picture here too. It was like a fairy tale.
Silvano sat down beside the basket and put aside his books, away from Giselle's gaze. At least now his legs would hide the wrapped one from view. "Come on, show me what you did today," he said, almost jokingly. He knew she had spent all day cooking.. Of course he wanted to see!
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