<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tyr<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>May 29, Lunch time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Public Garden Park<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans and tshirt<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ginishi Matsuki<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content warnings:</strong>None<br/><strong>Extra information:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Tyr rode his bike to the park. He never bothered wearing the helmet but he carried it with him just in case. He loved the feeling of the wind pushing his hair back, the clean smells of trees and flowers in the park. Ginishi called him up after a few months; it was good to hear from her.<br/><br/>He spent the next few hours looking at his fridge and deciding what to make for their lunch together. She mentioned a picnic and he always liked to bring something a little more Western, although truth be told he stuck to the dishes of Italy and Greece, since those were the ones he knew best. Chicken over a fire that had been marinated, lemon oven roasted potatoes and a proper village salad. He saved a few trees from Kalamata and they were still going strong.<br/><br/>After parking his bike and grabbing the cooler as well as a large blanked, he walked through the park. Between their enhanced senses, finding each other was simply a matter of a few minutes. When he saw her he sighed. She was in a very pretty kimono and he was wearing jeans and a tshirt.<br/><br/>"Good afternoon Ginishi." he greeted her. "You look lovely today. It's been too long." he stated.  He eyes her basket and takes in it's scent. "Well, I've brought  lemon chicken with baked potatoes (https://images.media-allrecipes.com/userphotos/720x405/2390152.jpg) and a  village salad (https://images.media-allrecipes.com/userphotos/720x405/259470.jpg). I look forward to tasting what I'm scenting on the wind."<br/><br/>He opens the blanket and spreads it out. "Please. Take a seat."