"What is this?" Arthur asked, blinking.
"A picnic basket." Anna explained as the maid set it down on the table. "You're familiar with the concept, right?"
Arthur peered at her, puzzled, "You're going on a picnic?"
"We're going on a picnic." She corrected.
The older man frowned. "When did you decide this?"
"Yesterday."
"Annna…"
"What? It's a Saturday. And you could use a little rest. You don't need to work so hard all the time."
Arthur sighed, "No, that's not it." And then, "Anna, you're not supposed to—… It's the alpha's job to—…" He finally gathered himself together. "If you wanted to go out you should have asked me. I could have arranged things."
"What's wrong with surprising you?"
"There's nothing… wrong with it. Not really. But, I—," the alpha gestured for a moment, loosely a
