[For Scheherazade] Spring picnic al fresco, for two

[aperion_oneiros]

Cobb's days are full now, what with his work on the designs for the Stark family house, but not so full that he has no room for a personal life. And he's delighted that this personal life includes Scheherazade. She's become an anchor in this place, a companion in this dream. He can't help but wonder if she might be the dreamer, but he's not about

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[vizir_daughter]

Scheherazade will have sent a gentle and patient reply, in which she assures Cobb that she did not resent his neglect, though she is happy to see him again.

She will come at the appointed time, to the appointed place, bearing a small basket in which she is holding a few goodies of her own, for she hates to come empty-handed.

She might be a bit early - and so Cobb might find her sitting under the tree, her shawls and sarees catching wind, eyes on the horizon, daydreaming as she waits.

[aperion_oneiros]

He'll approach in due time, a wicker picnic basket in hand and a red checkered gingham tablecloth folded over his free arm. "Hey, you found the spot," he says, pleased, his shy smile crossing his face.

She's pretty as a picture there, in the shade of the tree.

[vizir_daughter]

She smiles back, much the same way, and turns to face him more. "So I did," she replies, "though I believe you were the one to select it."

A moment, and she extends her hands to him.

She's happy to see him, can you tell?

[aperion_oneiros]

He'll quickly set down the basket and tablecloth and typist willing, take her hands in his, pressing them gently before leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Or maybe it chose us both somehow. Wouldn't surprise me if the plants here were sentient somehow," he says.