Picnic huh? The word was stranger than the foreign man himself. It sounded like an invitation, to stroll about together. Suddenly Kirsten realized that they have planned something together without her noticing. 

Picnic. She repeated the word, sighing. Now it was not so strange anymore. Did this man ask her to go out? Well, she would like to... to be honest, and she could always slink away noticed like she did today. 

[b][color=7ea7d8]"So...?"[/color][/b]

The question was, why? 

Between their awkward exchanges, Kirsten had been observing the other group with a shabby expression. They were still talking, but the tone seemed too direly gloomy. This time it was the tall knight lady who spoke, and Kirsten almost jumped from her seat upon witnessing her sharp attitude. 

Her flamberge, which she had secured against the table prior, skidded down and dropped to the floor with a thud. Kirsten kneeled to pick it up. The Chonan did so as well. [b][color=7ea7d8]"Are you..."[/color][/b] 

[b][color=#F6E1D3]"...Fine"[/color][/b] The maid answered, looking away as she strapped the sword on her back. She dared herself to guess that the man was offering a friendship. It was wonderful, and it merely started with her being friendly to him. She would like to say yes to the invitation and would be eager to see where it leads. But between the little foreign guy and the series of hectoring against her brother, she could not think clearly, she feared the possibility. 

The timing could not be any better. Silas was walking toward the exit and stopped to give Kirsten a signal to leave. She ignored him, intending to finish the goodbye. 

[b][color=#F6E1D3]"I..."[/color][/b] She forced herself to look at him and curl her lips into a smile. [b][color=#F6E1D3]"I can't promise anything, but I know we will meet again. Until Next time, Chonan." [/color][/b]

Finally, both Delvings made their way to the exit, and when they were no longer there, confusion, relief, and disappointment flooded the room.