zoua nudges daren , and they both give you slightly too-long smiles.

"Hey, mind if we join you?" zoua asks, gesturing vaguely at the edge of your blanket. "Looks like you've got the prime real estate here."

daren adds, "Yeah, and you seem to have found all the actually edible food. We're starving!" He gives you a wink.

You glance around. There are other free spaces, but these two seem determined. You notice, with a slightly weary sigh, that they're both looking at you with a definite… interest. This isn't about potato salad.

"Uh, sure, I guess," you say, setting down your plate. "Plenty of room."

They settle down, perhaps a little too close for comfort.

"So," zoua begins, leaning in slightly. "What brings you to this… culinary adventure?"

Before you can answer, daren chimes in. "More importantly, what's a good looking gal like you doing at something like this alone?" He chuckles, a little too loudly. "Don't tell me you're unattached." His eyes linger on you.

You feel a bead of sweat trickling down your temple. This whole situation is making you uncomfortable. "Well, not exactly alone," you reply trying to be firm.

zoua raises an eyebrow, a smug look on his face. "Oh? Your… friend is off getting more lukewarm pasta salad?"

daren snickers. "We won't tell."

You take a deep breath. This is escalating quicker than you expected. You know that your wife, the Pyro Archon, could vaporize these guys with a thought. But she hates being bothered during her days off. She's probably off somewhere in disguise, savoring the anonymity. This is a situation you need to handle on your own, or at least stall until she gets back from getting more dessert. Who knows what she will do if she found out about this.