‘Just food, you know you’re the one that gets all the good stuff!’ They both laughed and then Valiana started to inspect the food. ‘Sooo…lem...e see here, you have fruit…bread…and a sword? What’s with the sword? Are you planning something without me?’ ‘Nah, of course not, it’s just what with Predonia being at war, I just thought I might get some practice in before the real fight starts…anyways, I think the food should last us a week or two, you should’ve seen the woman that I stole ’em from! She. Once dressed, she seemed more comfortable. Inez gave me some of her husband's old clothes, chatting about town gossip and current events. Listening to her talk, I looked around the room. Picking up the scattered newspaper from the floor I felt a silent thrill when I saw it was dated May 12, 1862. Whatever distraction I had from the discovery evaporated when Inez mentioned the impending arrival of French soldiers to Fry. Since she had already confirmed what I knew from Brantwell's diaries, I. Nervously fingering a large green picnic basket Abigail gave me one of hercheerful smiles. "Hi Morgan, my Aunt wasn't sure if you would becomfortable going to a restaurant." No, I like restaurants well enough but picnics are so much betterespecially since it's such a nice day outside."Abigail gave a small squeal and after a quick hug, she began to set up ourpicnic. From inside the basket she produced a large blue-checkered cloth,plastic silver ware, drinks and a copious amount of food."Aunt. The three of us hung out for the afternoon and we had a light dinner. Sofia’s adrenaline high began wearing off just after dinner so she said that she was going up to bed. She gave me a quick goodnight kiss and headed upstairs, leaving Kara and me alone in the great room.“Let’s go sit in the ‘Indian’ room,” I said.We went in and I sat down in one of the basket chairs. Kara started to sit in another one and I beckoned her to sit in my lap. She smiled and curled up in my lap and rested her head.