His brow raises at the amount of food she's provided. There's, a lot, more food than he was certain that they both could eat (depending on the size of the sandwiches). More than likely there would be leftovers and he would be forced to carry the basket back to to the house. Not something he's looking forward to in the slightest.

He walked with her, hand still holding both hers and the basket, wondering exactly how far she was taking him into the woods. He'd entirely expected her to find a spot out in the open where everyone was and plop down unceremoniously. But no, the further they walked, the further back they went. "Are you attempting to recreate our last romantic walk through the woods?"