The sun shone brightly and the air smelled of fresh food - the smell coming from varieties of food that was positioned on a picnic blanket, set out across soft, green grass.

On top of the blanket, sat Zubin, Rob and Joe.

"Rob, pass the natural ketchup." Zubin requested as he did a grabbing gesture towards the natural ketchup that sat just too far away from him.

Rob happily complied, but Joe scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Zubin. Why don't you just do it yourself? You're making Rob do all the-"

"Calm down Joe," Rob interjected, holding his palms up. "I don't mind, really."

"You have to stop getting worked up over nothing Joe." Andrew sighed, eating his food.

The four sat in silence for a bit, before Zubin spoke up.

"Wait, where's Ross, Bora and {{user}}?" Zubin questioned, only receiving blank expressions from the others.

The question was quickly answered though, as you, Ross and Bora came running back over to the picnic, covered in sweat and panting heavily as the three of you collapsed onto the blanket.