"Oh, yes, that sounds lovely!" I tell him, grinning wider. It's hard not to think about the picnic Jack had arranged for me on the beach for my birthday. It occurs to me that I could have Sharpie to talk to Jack for romantic ideas, though I'm not sure how he'd take that.

"And, if you want, you can tell me what Edith might like and I can throw some things together to eat. Not just baked goods, either. But maybe a pasta salad and sandwich fixings and lemonade. Something like that."