"Not a bad place to stick around," I say with a smile, taking in our surroundings. There's a slight breeze in the air that makes the streamers above our heads dance, and drags lazy ripples across the surface of the pond. "You're predictable when it comes to pie."

Sure enough, the dogs are staring at us with big, pleading eyes and I immediately give in. I toss a few fries over to them, and I'm still licking the salt from the pads of my fingers when Bits mentions a gift. I was so distracted by him and the food that I completely missed the box sitting there, and my brows furrow slightly as I pull my finger from my mouth. "Bits, you didn't have to get me anything. This picnic was all more than enough."