** Eli **
In the dimming blue light of dusk, they found a small clearing among the shrubs and rolled out their picnic blanket. Eli unpacked the simple meal he had assembled on the last-minute whim — bubbling lemonade, roasted corn, lobster rolls that thankfully stayed fresh and chilled in the cooling compartment of his backpack — and set it out in a family-style arrangement.
"What, no wine and cheese this time?" Harper teased him as she reached for the supplies to make her sandwich. "Oh how I miss Hawaii."
"No seagulls either to steal your lobsters though," Eli reminded her with a smirk.
"That was not a seagull. There are no seagulls in Hawaii, I looked up the animal facts after you told me chickens are not their state bird."
"…" Eli almost did a spit-take on his lemonade.
