"Of course not," she answered, far too much innocence in her tone. "Never, Jack."

Reinette accepted Jack's hand and found it quite simple to settle onto the blanket with out her usual hoops and skirts. It also startled her to realize she had not once longed for them of late. Not in the way she did in London. It was a strange thought.

At Jack's direction she explored the basket briefly, filling a small place and setting it next to her on the blanket. For the moment she did not eat, her gaze instead returning to Jack. She had seen glasses like his once before. They made it difficult to see his eyes but she found she did not mind.

"If you are not from here, Jack, where are you from?"