“Tease,” she said fondly. She helped him spread out the rugs and blankets, dropping the few cushions carelessly over the fabrics. Uncovering the basket, she pulled out their luncheon and presented it neatly on one corner before sitting down herself. “There. Come.” She patted the space beside her.
Silently the knight smirked to himself, taking his sword from around his waist and placing it down before he lay beside her. “As you wish, my lady,” he says, turning on his side. “So, what did you do today?”
Summer offered him the bread. “I finished the trim for my new dress.” She waited for his reaction, knowing perfectly well that he didn’t care about what she wore in the least. Maybe if ever she went with him to some feast in the castle, he might care then.