Alex is sitting on the blanket and she pulled a bug candle, lighting it with a smirk as she watched him. "Yes, Richard now we eat a picnic. Well dinner I suppose. Don't worry Stan and Simon are good for dinner." Look more planning Richard, aren't you impressed? Let's be honest you probably should be. If nothing else the rather large smirk on Alex's face says so.

And of course she reaches over and opened the top of the picnic hamper, something new that she'd brought obviously and detached the actual glass plates from the top, offer one over to him with real silverware rolled in an actual cloth napkin. Clearly someone had taken that yuppie comment she's made about him in the past quite to heart before she hands him a wrapped sandwich to put on it. Setting her own plate in her lap, Alex rummaged around the basket before she removed the chilled wine and two actual glasses. And a corkscrew before firmly closing the basket before he could look inside.