When she was last here, Luma had fallen in love with and bought a dress, not really expecting to ever have anywhere to actually wear it. Well, she supposed now it was her welcome picnic dress.

She skirted around the edges, at first, feeling nervous and feeling angry at herself for feeling nervous. She wanted to go find Eleanor, but also wanted Eleanor to find her, not the other way around. Eventually, she made it over to the food to see what they had to offer and felt another pang of regret, realizing that hunting here might be a problem.

Fine. It was fine. This was a good idea and not a terrible one that she was going to regret, and she had nothing to be nervous about, dammit!