Cooper gave an inscrutable wave of his chopsticks, accompanied by the ghost of a smile.<br/><br/>“Oh, this and that. I’ve got a couple of ideas, nothing fancy. You always want to leave some time in the day for just lying around, too. Try and pack too much into a vacation and suddenly it’s more work than work.”<br/><br/>There was a certain amount of truth in that. He had learned the hard way from a hellacious package deal in Italy that cramming every hour of the day with activities left you feeling more like you had been staging an invasion. To be honest, though, there was at least as much illusionism in it. Apart from the trip to town, their activities since either of them had arrived at The Place had amounted to little more than sex, meals and napping. Not that he was complaining, of course, but Coop had to admit that as a result he had next to no idea what else there was to do here. He was going to have to improvise, then like a cat pretend that was what he had meant to do all along.<br/><br/>He disappeared another couple of pieces of fish and licked his chops. Like Sarah, he was in no hurry to finish this meal. The weird normalcy of it was relaxing, and there was something pleasing about just sitting here and watching her - not only in an erotic way, but a calmer satisfaction in just being able to look at her.<br/><br/>“I thought we might take a walk in the garden,” he said on realizing that he had been sitting silent. “Maybe I can find out some real facts about the Place for you, instead of making stuff up as I go along.”