Spica: "Ah, Summoner. I made a picnic for the both of us. How about we enjoy the rest of the evening together?"

"Just us," you'd ask. "In the courtyard of the school?"

Spica: "Correct."

"Spica that sounds like a date," you raise an eyebrow questionably.

Spica: "True, dear Summoner. However, I noticed your stomach rumbling and I too am hungry."