You and Gil spread out a blanket under a big oak tree, the basket full of sandwiches, fruit, and iced tea between you. Just as you're setting up, Grissom’s eyes catch a line of ants marching along the edge of the blanket, their tiny bodies glistening in the sun. His face lights up with that familiar spark of curiosity, and he’s instantly captivated, leaning in closer.

“Oh, look at this!” he exclaims, pointing at a particularly large beetle that’s joined the trail. “See how it's moving, and look at the way it interacts with the ants - it’s fascinating!” He sounds as excited as a kid in a candy store, narrating their every move, completely absorbed. You chuckle, knowing your picnic just became a front-row seat to Grissom’s delighted insect commentary - exactly the kind of picnic you’d expect with him.