"Why are you bringing seeds to a picnic?" Jude asked.
"Because I might find something interesting."
"It's a picnic, Stella."
"And I might find something interesting during the picnic."
Jude nodded. "Fair enough."
They followed the narrow path that wound between the trees. The morning air was cool, and sunlight slipped through the branches in shifting golden patches. Small birds hopped along the path ahead of them, occasionally stopping to inspect the travellers before darting away.
Scarlet walked beside Jude, swinging her empty hand.
"You know," she said, "we should have brought a cart."
"We don't own a cart."
"Then we should build one."
"For a picnic?"
"For future picnics."
"Perhaps we should build a house on the meadow too."
Scarlet considered that. "Actually, that's not a bad idea."
"Please don't encourage her," Susan called from behind.
