The land stretched wide.
Mangrove trees surrounded the area, while caretakers moved in the distance to tend to them. It felt untouched at a glance, yet clearly maintained.
Up on the hill, away from it all, a picnic cloth had been laid out. Lancel and Ishtar sat together.
Ishtar opened the basket.
At once, the contents began to move. One by one, dishes rose from within, floating gently through what was clearly the usage of telekenesis, settling down before them.
"Uh…?"
This wasn't what Lancel had expected.
He had imagined something simple. Boxed sandwiches, maybe. Something easy.
Instead, what came out of the basket was something out of a five-star restaurant.
A plate of beef bourguignon. The meat was tender and coated in a thick, dark sauce. Beside it was a coq au vin, the aroma of wine immediately hitting Lancel. Next was a neatly arranged serving of ratatouille.
