Oh, I was thinking we could have a picnic anyway. [ She holds up the blanket she's folded across her other arm to indicate it. ] You know, bring the woods to you. Sort of.

[ When they're finally settled on the floor, she produces the potted plant with a small, graceful flourish that definitely says she's related to the Trickster God. It's a confidence that's been growing in Bucky's presence, though she hasn't really noticed it herself. ] Ta-da! I couldn't take the whole garden, so this will have to do.

[ They should probably eat first, but she feels she has to say: ]

Thank you for letting me come over. I really wanted to see you after... that.