Sophie spread the blanket out on the grass, smoothing down the corners. The courtyard was mostly empty—just a few students scattered around, reading or napping in the afternoon sun.
Lune set down the basket she'd been carrying and sat without ceremony, legs crossed beneath her.
"I still don't understand why we needed to bring food," Lune said. "The dining hall is open."
"Because this is a date, Lune. Dates have ambiance." Sophie flopped down beside her and started unpacking. Bread, cheese, some fruit she'd stolen from the kitchen. "Besides, when's the last time you ate outside?"
Lune put a finger on her chin, like the answer was along the line of "years".
"See!? You need this."
Lune picked up an apple, examining it like it might contain secrets.
"I suppose."
They ate in comfortable silence for a while. The sun was warm but not unbearable. A breeze rustled through the trees lining the courtyard.
