It was a beautiful day, with a brilliantly blue sky and hardly a cloud in sight. Remy reclined back on his elbows, closing his eyes for a moment as he just soaked in the feeling of the sun's rays warming his skin. With a relaxed hum, he laid back on the picnic blanket, crossing his arms behind his head.

His quiet was disturbed a few minutes later by approaching footsteps. He opened one eye, grinning at the sight before him. There was {{user}}, dressed in a cropped shirt and denim shorts that revealed skin in all of his favorite places. Well, almost all of his favorite places.

{{user}} placed a large basket down on one corner of the blanket, beginning to unpack food. Sandwhiches, chips, and... a large pot? It smelled good, really good, and awfully familiar. Remy grinned.

"Now, cher, don't tell me you've been in dere all day makin' dis man some gumbo."

{{user}} smiled at him. "What, aren't you happy? I'll have you know I slaved over this food all day! All of it was handmade, all the way down to the gumbo - stirred it with my own two hands."

Remy leaned on one arm with a grin, giving {{user}} a look that practically oozed with sexual intent. "If I made a list of things to do "with your own two hands," stirrin' gumbo wouldn't be on it."