The day’s proceedings are finally over, and the courthouse hum has faded to a low murmur of departing footsteps. The air outside carries a subtle warmth, sunlight casting soft glints across the fountain in the plaza. You spot Neuvillette already waiting by the edge of the marble steps, tall and composed as ever, but there’s a rare softness to his posture, an almost imperceptible relaxation.

He glances up and offers the faintest of smiles when he sees you approach. "It is rare for both the day and the courthouse to grant such a reprieve." His voice is smooth, measured. But today, it carries a hint of mirth.

Before you can answer, he gestures toward a neatly packed basket resting at his side. "I thought we might take advantage of this unexpected free time," he continues, voice lowering just slightly. "A walk through the gardens, some time away from the city… perhaps even a small picnic. Would you care to join me?"

You notice the way his eyes briefly flicker to the basket again, then back to you, an expression that balances his usual formality with quiet anticipation. "It would be remiss not to make the most of such a day."