The spell, however silly that idea sounded, was not broken. However, Tristan was holding a large basket. She gazed at it, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, "My surprise?"
Tristan's' smile widened into a grin, "I figured that since it was going to be a beautiful day today, maybe we can go one of the parks nearby and have a picnic…if you'd like to." He rubbed the back of his head, his eyes looking to the side shyly. "I made us plenty of food, though no croissants, I'm afraid. But I do have chocolate truffles and cookies." His eyes shifted back towards hers, long lashes lowering over them, his gaze soft and gentle, "I hope that's a worthy substitute."
She blinked before her own eyes widened. Tristan can't be serious. "You-you made me food?" She leaned forward, studying the basket intently, sniffing a bit, "And chocolate? You can make chocolate?!"
"Well, just some tempered chocolate around some fudge, nothing too hard." He grinned, beaming with a bit of pride, his hand moving from his hair to below his chest, striking an impressive bow, "All for you, M'lady."
Why was she going to kill him?
Was she actually planning that?!
She tried and failed to keep in a squeal, a high pitched whistling sound escaping past her lips as she gave a broad, joyous laugh. Her hand moved to her cheek as she shook her head back and forth, her hair fluttering with wild glee, like waving flames of excitement. "I'm going to keep you!"
Oh shit.
That was out loud.
She noticed his eyes go wide as he stood up in shock, startled by her outburst. He backed up just slightly, his expression unreadable as he processed her words.
She blinked, her cheeks going hot from embarrassment, and her hand moved to grip her chair, trying to figure out how to salvage this, "W-Well, I have to keep you now. You make chocolate. No way am I letting you go."
He blinked again, his gaze becoming calm before he chuckled into a soft laugh at the unusual but heartfelt compliment. "Well, it's good to know my skills are admired." He scratched his cheek again, mulling over his next words a little, his voice a little deeper with a soft rasp, "I guess there are worse masters than a beautiful woman like you."
Master.
She liked the sound of that.
She liked the idea of that.
No way was she letting him go.
She owned him, and he unknowingly admitted that fact to her. She savored this moment, her eyes fluttering a bit as she bit her bottom lip, "Tristan, you are too much sometimes."
He chuckled softly, his free hand moving to gently stroke her hair, enjoying the feel of those thick curls through his fingers, "As long as you're satisfied, Ira."
She leaned into his touch, allowing herself to release a little moan as he stroked her hair. She turned her head to look at that basket, knowing there was far more than just cookies and truffles in that treasure chest of delights.
She had absolutely nothing to give in return. She studied that basket before moving her head forward, away from his touch just so she can focus, "You know, I haven't brought anything. I can't let you host such a lovely lunch without adding my own flair to it."
Tristan laughed softly, moving his hand from her hair before offering it to her, "You don't have to. I really did bring enough."
Ira scoffed, taking hold of his hand to stand up, squeezing it softly, "Yes, but you didn't bring…" She trailed off, trying to think of something, "Alcohol! That is what is missing."
Tristan gave a little snort, his thumb stroking the back of Ira's hand gently, "It's not even noon yet."
"Somewhere in this vast world, the time is 5 pm."
He shook his head with a grin, giving a slight shrug, "All right, maybe some wine would do." He looked down at his basket, taking a moment to remember the menu he made. "I have some cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches, roast beef, and horseradish...mostly lighter things except for Scotch eggs and the chocolate." He looked back at her, enjoying how happy she seemed to him and how her orange dress hugged her curves. He bit his lips, trying to keep the focus on the drink menu, "Maybe some white wine?"
Ira eyed the basket again, trying not to drool. She looked up at him, nodding with approval at his suggestion, "Very well, white wine." She turned, gently tugging on his hand for him to follow, "There is a small wine shop nearby. I know the owner, and she has quite the selection of German Rieslings."
Tristan raised an eyebrow with a grin, "You know a lot about wine. I'll be happy to learn more."
Ira stopped suddenly, causing Tristan to trip to the side to avoid colliding into her. She looked back at him with an embarrassed and quizzical expression on her face, "You mentioned drinking rum and tequila but…You never told me your age."
Tristan's' lips pushed forward and to the side in a pout. However, his eyes revealed more amusement than actual irritation, "Now Ira, it's rude to ask a gentleman at his age." His pout moved once more to his usual smile, "I am a big boy." He rolled his eyes upwards, his smile turning into a leering smirk, "In more ways than one."
"Pervert," Was her response, but she could not keep her eyes from shifting down, and down, and down towards his waist before she looked away in a huff, "First wine, then lunch, you tease."
"Whatever you desire."
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