They didn’t sit at the large, wooden dining table, instead, Everett carried their full plates outside into the garden. Lights flickered like fireflies in the brush all around the garden, a small, iron bistro set covered with a white tablecloth was perfectly set for dinner. A single candle was lit in the center of the table. Everett had thought of everything, even throwing a blanket on the back of her chair in case she got cold - which would be impossible. She was filled with a warmth from the elixir, or maybe it was a need that fueled her warmth.