Picnic

"How did you get this all set up?" I asked while Zeus helped me down from Artemis.

"I set it up before Dr. RIchmond arrived. These heavy metal coverings and the blanket prevent the insects and animals from doing the rest while I came back for you. We're only ten minutes from my home, if not less. My horses are fast. This is their home to rome free," Zeus answered while guiding me to the massive blanket where four trays of food awaited us.

"How did you bring it out here?" I teased.

"The golf cart," he confessed as we sat down.

I saw him remove a fancy bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from a wicker holder.

"No champagne?" I wondered

"No," his eyes diverted, "It's lighter on the stomach and better for you."

"What is this?" I asked, seizing it from his grasp.

"It's mine," he confessed, "One of the first batches I ever made."

"1993?" I read, "This bottle is older than me."

He took it back and began removing the cork. I shrugged and removed one of the metal entrapments to r