The salad set before her was enough to feed them both, and looked as if it had been grown fresh from a garden behind the cafe. Likewise, Gregory's venison looked and smelled delicious, although how he could eat like that before noon, Cara could not begin to guess. Of course, she also could not lift a nearly 70-kilo trunk and carry it around. That sort of activity probably built up a healthy appetite.<br/><br/>"If you don't mind," She replied, segregating the cherry tomatoes from the rest of her salad with her fork. "I'd love to see more of the area. And I don't think free time will be a problem. Seems the Professor likes being back for the weekend whenever possible." Once all the tomatoes were corralled to the edge of the plate, Cara carefully mixed the rest of the salad. "We're heading out on Monday, actually. Not too far, just outside Ullapool for a few days. And close enough to the town so we don't have to camp."<br/><br/>Cara stabbed at the salad. "I've not actually ever camped overnight, so..." She looked over at Gregory sheepishly. "I'm not sure how much I'm going to enjoy that part of things. I don't mind hiking and digging in dirt and mud, but bugs?<em>Ugh</em>." She made a terrible face, shaking her head.<br/><br/>"Enough about me though. I want to hear about you." She looked across the table with no small amount of suspicion. "How do<em>you</em>know mischief is overrated? What dark secrets hide behind that charming smile?" Cara waved her fork at Gregory. "Come on then, I can't do all the talking."  She took a big bite of the salad, savoring the crunchiness of the fresh vegetables and forcing him to talk.