"Well, that's because it wasn't for the meal," she countered, and she reached over to the basket. "It was for after the meal." And then she added quickly, because she definitely didn't want him to get the wrong idea. "Which does not mean that I intended to seduce you out here, by the way." Because she knew him, and she knew he'd offer that up as evidence. Even if it wasn't. Maybe especially if it wasn't.


Balancing the strawberry awkwardly on her knee while trying to grab the book out of the basket, she knew it was going to leave a mark, but she'd deal with it later. Instead she offered him the book. "I know that you offered to read me the Odyssey during my bedrest time, but I like the Iliad better. So I thought you may read me that."