Lucio smiled as Ansel brought up exactly what he'd been pondering as they strolled towards the entrance to the little marketplace. "I was just thinking about that," he admitted quietly as he lifted his eyes to glance upwards at his darling. "I'm not sure if we'd thrive being solely country folk, we are very much city dwellers, but we could always have a summer cabin . . . And perhaps once we're old and arthritic we'll desire that country air more than we do now." It was an interesting thought, growing old at Ansel's side. The idea of growing old with Ansel brought quite a few pleasant images to mind, but they quickly morphed themselves into horrific ones as their difference in age came to mind.<br/><br/>Ansel was twenty years older than Lucio, and the student suddenly realized that were he to remain at the professors side he would have quite a few hurdles to leap over in the later years of his life. The biggest of which, he realized, would be Ansel's death. Inevitably his beloved professor would pass on before him, just so long as nothing unfortunate happened, and he found the mere thought absolutely horrific. As they walked into the store he lifted his eyes and gazed up at Ansel thoughtfully, quietly. He admired the attractive lines of his profile, but he couldn't manage to produce a smile as he examined his hairline. At forty years old Ansel still looked absolutely impeccable, of course, but there was something haunting about the faint signs of aging that were already appearing across his features. Small lines and wrinkles in his otherwise smooth skin and smatterings of gray hair drew the students attention and caused him to purse his lips slightly.<br/><br/>Lucio's uncomfortable train of thought was derailed as Ansel pulled away from him delicately to fetch a basket. The younger man smiled warmly at him as he turned back in his direction and he stood still for a moment, just admiring the lovely view until he was ushered forwards by said view. As he attached himself back to Ansel's side he decided that his morbid thoughts were best archived, to be dug up at another, more appropriate time. Now was a time for the pair to enjoy themselves and have a nice, relaxing weekend away from any anxiety about their taboo relationship being outed. It was their weekend, and no intrusive doubts about their future should invade it.<br/><br/>Lucio smiled as Ansel instructed him to pick up whatever he wanted and he nodded eagerly. "Sir, yes Sir," he barked lightheartedly before dutifully leading Ansel off down an aisle. He picked up any ingredients he'd need for his promised fish and chips first, including a few rather lovely looking whole, fresh fish that Lucio would butcher up and prepare for them. He fetched a gallon of almond milk, along with some coconut coffee creamer, and a few processed snacks (including his favorite junk food, which he only indulged in on rare occasions, sour cream and cheddar ruffles). Along the way they fetched everything that Ansel pointed out that he needed for his pancakes, and finally they ended up in the produce section, almost every bit of which was fresh and local. Lucio picked out a variety of fruits and berries, along with some potatoes for the Fish and Chips, and then he watched fondly as Ansel picked out the prime apples for their sweet breakfast.<br/><br/>After the apples were picked Lucio closed the distance between them. He couldn't help himself from leaning up to give Ansel a quick, gentle peck on the lips as he took the mans hand again. "Alright, I think that's everything, my love. To the register and then back to the cottage?"