She was waiting to hear from Garrick about the outcome of his meeting with Loring and felt draggy and at loose ends. By late morning, Scott had decided a picnic would cheer her up. They were in the sitting room of the inn, still sipping coffee from breakfast. Ann leaned to look out the window. “It doesn’t seem much like picnic weather.” “We can have the picnic here. We can get all that nice picnic type of food—bread, cheese, fruit. Wine,” he added for Ann’s benefit. At that moment Nan appeared in the doorway with the coffee carafe. “Can I top you off?” she asked. “Not for me, thank you,” said Scott. “Annie?” Ann shook her head. “Thanks.” “We had a question for you,” said Scott. “We’re thinking of having an indoor picnic if you wouldn’t mind us using the dining room.” “Not at all,” said Nan. “You’re the only ones here, please feel free to spread out. You could even have your picnic in here by the fire. It’s so raw out.” “Where’s the best place to get picnic supplies?”
