With the message, Misty takes a few minutes before heading down to the lake. Mostly it is time to get a new dress from the closet, with matching shawl and even sandals despite her regularly bare feet.

The dress was practically gossamer in shimmering black with icy tones of pale blue shot through the fabric, and the shawl was ivory with the same cool tones. It was nicer than anything she had ever owned, but it cost her nothing here to put a lot of thought and no time into something that she thought looked amazing, felt like a breeze on her skin, and if she cheats with the ice based shades, well then so be it.

Gathering the bottle she had gotten from the closet in a basket and slipping her feet into the ice blue sandals, Misty headed down for the lake.

Gren might be worried about the set up, but as she approaches, Misty is positively enchanted. The details, the way it looks, it's all perfect to her. Because he did this for her. Crossing the grass to his side, smiling so wide her cheeks are likely going to hurt later because someone, no, HE did this for her.

"No one's ever taken me on a picnic before," she admits, her voice a little tight.