"I Can't Say Much But It's Pretty Varied. Everything From Propulsion, To Medical And Biological Research.

"I can't say much but it's pretty varied. Everything from propulsion, to medical and biological research. Even simple things like better clothes and boots and such. Like I said, they may actually have that diving suit for you. I could check if you want?" he says playfully.

"Ah, no, I'm fine really. I wouldn't want to impose, and wouldn't know what to do with it anyway." She tries to imagine such a thing, but having rarely worn any kind of swimsuit, she had no point of reference to fall on.

He nods and leaves the room, revealing a small amount of sweets and chips, as well as some sodas and some wine. When he returns he has an old dufflebag, not really suited for a picnic but more than capable of doing the job, if anything it looks like it's been through a warzone. "This is the best I've got."

She blinks at the amount of food he got out, and blushes a bit at the wine. When he leaves she takes the opportunity to clean up. As he returns she eyes the duffelbag. "We really need something that big?" Then she glances at the food "Guess we kind of do."

She finds some paper towels and begins wrapping the sandwiches. "Got an ice pack to keep some of this stuff cool?"

He makes a quick but thorough examination before gently pulling her shirt down. "Well, yer alright, though still banged up. Sorry, but you don't get to carry anything today." he says, hoisting up the pack, an almost imperceptible wince coming from him as he does.

"I saw that." she chides and goes to help him with the bag. "We'll do it together. Unless you have a wagon hidden somewhere in this place." The look on her face is caring, but stern, she's not letting the issue go.

"You're already letting me stay here for free, it's the least I could do. I mean it, I feel like I owe you."

Her stomach growls a little "Though all this sun is really making me want a BLT." She daydreams about it for a bit then snaps her beak shut. "Sorry. I know you keep saying you're alright with meat but it still feels insensitive." This was going to be one long, awkward walk back.

Golden Afternoon

"I wouldn't say good. I can swim sure, but I can't really use my wings when I do. Not built for it, and they tend to get waterlogged. Easier to just keep them tucked and paddle."

Golden Afternoon

"Save it for a hot day." She winks. "Best time to cool off is when even the air is too hot to do anything with." She muses, thinking of a few times in the city when the air currents rising between the buildings were too nasty to fly in.

The pair approach the house "You know, maybe we could eat outside? It is still a lovely day."

Golden Afternoon