Justus shrugged, fighting not to show how miserable he was feeling. He liked Constance, or had thought he did, but couldn't figure out why she was so mad at him, unless it was because she wanted him to see her naked, and didn't understand what that meant to him. Heck, to his thinking, a gal should be happy for a guy who wasn't drooling to see her in her altogether!
"All right, then, no mooses." Grabbing a piece of chicken, he munched on it, considering how, besides the whole amazingly awkward thing...and sitting around in their underwear! "Got real nice weather fer a picnic, don't we? Just a few clouds, not too warm..."
He was trying to figure a way to just end this, but the food was good, and he didn't want to rush things. Besides, they had to wait for their clothes to dry some.
"All right, then, no mooses."
"Thank you," she sighed in relief, hopefully that subject was over. The joke had long run it's course in her opinion.
Grabbing a piece of chicken, he munched on it,"Got real nice weather fer a picnic, don't we? Just a few clouds, not too warm..."
"Considering the time of the year, the weather is pretty good, yes. Not that I am an expert on Montana weather, mind you," then she gnawed some more on the chicken leg.
She shifted her postion on the blanket a bit, noting he had not commented on the chicken like he had on the corn dodgers. Maybe he didn't like it? She knew it was nothing special but a basic roasted bird with some salt and pepper on it. Her uncle liked it well enough when she made it.
"So.......what's the verdict? I mean on the chicken? Do you like it?" she was certainly interested in his opinion.