lanselos_du_lac

So Susan stands, slipping her book back in her pocket and squeezing Lancelot's shoulder once before heading into the kitchen. There she finds a basket, and packs it full of a canteen of tea, several hearty sandwiches, and a packet of biscuits. She throws in a couple apples for good measure, and tops it all with a blanket and eating implements; then she goes to wait for Lancelot by the door.