[ RL with Larsa ]

[pioneering]

[ It's picnic date time! Well, maybe a date. Probably a date. She thought that's what Larsa had been suggesting, although it was sometimes hard to tell exactly what he was getting at! Either way, Mileina is planning on spending an excellent day with Larsa, and is heroically lugging a picnic hamper about the size that she is down the path ]

It's only a little further to the place I had in mind!

Comments

[paxarchadia]

[This isn't a date is it? It's just one very oblivious emperor and the girl he happens to think is cute.

Kind of cute.

Really cute.

Really really cute.]

Would it not be better if I carried? It seems [like it's swallowing her whole.] rather cumbersome.

[pioneering]

I'm much stronger than I look, Mr. Larsa! [ no she has not yet lost that habit he's still older than her okay!! ] But if you like, you can take the other handle.

[paxarchadia]

It seems wrong for me to ask you to hold the entire thing since you were gracious enough to invite me. [but he's grabbing one half anyway, but instead of just holding onto that handle, he takes the entire thing.] I do not know much about this place, so merely lead.

[pioneering]

[ O U. She shrugs and giggles a bit, and happily leads him a little ways off the path, to sit under a few trees ] I don't know this place very well either, remember! But I've done very careful research using satellite GPS software to pick the best spot.

[paxarchadia]

[a what now? h just nods as he carries the picnic basket. oh no... he looked down and she's even wearing the cutest attire to add to her cuteness.... what is going on.]

[pioneering]

[ gosh boys are a little silly!!! this is obvious mr larsa.

Anyway, she spreads out a blanket on the ground and grabs some rocks to put on the corners ]

I'm so glad you could make it! I don't really have a lot of reasons to come down to Earth.

[paxarchadia]

[he puts down the picnic basket before offering her a hand so that she can sit properly on the blanket.]

I'm glad. It seems these days the reasons for leaving the Imperial Palace are dwindling away. [that sounded romantic in his head.]

[pioneering]

Oh! Does that mean I'm a reason, Mr. Larsa?