The Park, Thursday Lunchtime

Jack's spur-of-the-moment offer of lunch with Emma had lead to a spread of rather too much Chinese food in a shady part of the park.

He took his shoes off and stretched his bare feet in the grass, wiggling his toes a little. He wasn't happy she was going; he didn't think she was entirely happy to be going. But heading in different directions seemed to be their natural state of affairs, he thought wryly. Best to enjoy the picnic while he could.

"I hope you don't mind," he teased, as he reached into the bag for a carton of lo mein, "giving up your ledgers for this."

[OOC: For the girl named in the narrative.]