the night is lovely as a rose

Vai raises her eyebrows as the bag is suddenly thrust between them, though she’s happy to bob around with it and drink the wine while Zeph rifles around. ”If you take out a picnic blanket, I’d like to politely decline until we’re on the shore,” she remarks with a chuckle, lowering the bottle to tilt her head curiously at the rug he produces. She’s only joking, and is about to say as much when he unfurls it and would you fucking believe it - the bastard thing hovers above the water. ”Well aren’t you full of surprises,” she murmurs, blue eyes glittering wickedly as she passes back the bottle to try and haul herself onto the carpet. It’s a delicate manoeuvre, going from weightless water to regular ol’ gravity, but her wet clothes do cling to her quite wonderfully, if she does say so herself. ”A magic flying carpet,” she remarks. ”Pretty sure there’s a fairytale about that.” Reaching out, she offers him a hand - whether for the wine or to help him up? That’s up to Zeph. vervain I am always on your side