She giggles, slightly, then opens up the picnic basket. Knowing neither of them need to eat, and thus, only eat for pleasure, the basket is filled with primarily sweets and treats; a bottle of fine, red wine, as well as two glasses for it, two pieces of a soft, vanilla cake, a few buttery cookies, and a small loaf of sweet bread, as well as butter to go with it. She pops open the bottle, pouring some for each of them, letting him take first pick of the sweets, smiling and avoiding his gaze, clearly trying to get comfortable enough to ask the question she so badly wants to ask.