Without even thinking about it, she gives the ground a quick scan with her eyes as they walk to the blanket, checking out for any traces of a glass. Of course she's aware that majority of the glass had disappeared almost two months ago, save for body parts that few crew members still suffered from, but guess paranoia can be harder to get rid off.

Straightening her dress, she settles to sit down on the blanket and tucks some of her escaping strands behind her ear, trying to save her previous hairdo. She leans forward to see what all he has prepared for them and hums softly at the sight of the big variety. He can grin and act cool all he wants, she can still see his uncertainty shining underneath it, bright like a day. She's never had much patience for something like that but with Peter it comes across as more endearing than annoying.

Did you really raid a kitchen for me? She writes to him jokingly and nods at the juice bottle. Normally, she'd prefer alcohol over anything else but now it seemed more fair to go with something else since he's not having any either. Besides, it could be interesting to do something different for this unusual date. At least for now.

The only thing that's missing is a band playing in the background.