The Deck, Sunday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

Even though she'd tried to be good and stay in the one place yesterday, Cara'd found it far too stuffy indoors this morning, and besides, her dress was more than warm enough even for cooler weather. So she'd hunted through the cupboard indoors for something edible (which didn't require cooking), and after eventually finding some bread and cheese in a big, white box, she'd come out here.

Currently she was sitting on the edge of the deck, legs dangling off the side while she ate her breakfast.

[ooc: open as a deck is.]