A lovely luncheon

Somewhere deep in the promenade, the two had themselves a nice picnic.

Luxurious red silk lay on the ground, with a basket made of woven fiber open, unpacked by Noora, had the plates, glasses, a bottle of wine, utensils, napkins, and some basic necessities such as paper towels and cutting board.

Alastor sat, while furtively watching the woman who’s putting an already fried egg, pasted the chess on top of it, and added two pieces of bacon on her sandwich.

Noora returned her gaze to him. She handed the sandwich to him and he reluctantly accepted it. Noora made another set sandwich for her.

“You’ve been busy this early morning, I see.” Noora started.

Alastor as of now eating the sandwich, and he opens the wine, pouring his own glass, then he drank before replying to her words.

“Well you did let me sleep here yesterday, so it’s only natural to repay the favor you’ve done to me.”

“What favor?”

“All of it.”

She chuckles.