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[alias_savant]

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[deaddrop]

"I think a stroll sounds lovely," Natasha says as she thinks about the suggestion. "We could take something with us. Picnic lunch?"

[alias_savant]

"Sounds perfect. Do you have a preferred place to eat yet?" Because he hasn't tried as much of the food as he would have liked, but he's heard that Hell food can be questionable. Maybe they should just go for ingredients and Neal can wing the rest.

[deaddrop]

"I wouldn't say I have a favorite," Natasha says with an apologetic shake of her head. "I've mostly been getting room service. But I have tried a few places. There's up there that does hand pies. We can avoid the meat options, if you don't trust them."

[alias_savant]

"That might be for the best." He's heard that the meat can be questionable, which almost, almost makes him reconsider Diana's stance on the FDA. But not quite. "From what I've heard, the meat is a gamble I'm not always going to be comfortable taking."

[deaddrop]

"I tend to avoid it in most circumstances," Natasha confirms his instincts there. "There are times I'll make another call, but... well, normally I still avoid the red meat even then. I figure with tuna salad, the worse we can get is food poisoning. At least unless we start running into mermaids."

[alias_savant]

He nods at that, because that sound about right. He wouldn't put it past Hell to have mermaids, but fish probably would be safe. "Maybe we can try and find something seafood then? I could even cook something if we can find the raw ingredients."

[deaddrop]

"What, you cook too? Now you might have me tempted." Natasha glances around them. In a market like this, you'd imagine there'd be some ingredients rather than just finished meals. Of course, they'd still have to find a place to prepare them. "If not today, then another time."

[alias_savant]

"I do cook." It's probably one of his favorite skills that he uses shamelessly to impress romantic partners. Or even his FBI partners. He's not above bribing Diana with food, and she has absolutely zero interest in what he's working with. "Either is fine. Though not today might be easier for our picnic plans."

[deaddrop]

"I rather like the idea of another time." The picnic today seems light, a welcome distraction. An opportunity to pretend to be normal for a while. "Now that you've brought it up, though, I would love to see your talent. I'm not much of a cook. Rarely have the time."

[alias_savant]

"Then another time it is." Neal will find them something for a picnic today, and they can have a home-made dinner date later. "It'll give me time to plan a menu."

[deaddrop]

"If it's more involved than a peanut butter and banana sandwich, you'll be beating me about seventy percent of the time," Natasha admits, not especially ashamed of herself. She has other priorities, especially in hell.

She eats.

It's not like she's going to die of malnutrition.

"But for today... maybe we can find a bottle of wine for our picnic."

[alias_savant]

"Wine sounds perfect." And since he's done his own bit of snooping since they arrived, he turns to her with a smile. "I know just the place."

And off they go in search of great wine and a calm picnic.