"Mmhm," he said, sitting cross-legged and pulling Penelope into his lap. She nestled comfortably there.
He sat down nervously, taking a sandwich. August, meanwhile, had laid down on his back, with Penelope perched on his stomach.
Aspen was on her stomach at the edge of the blanket, playing with the grass and running her fingers through it.
"Yeah, yeah... hold on." He sat up, some torn grass in his hair as he headed over to the burrow, setting Penelope down. She looked up at him before going back in, returning a few moments later with a litter of rabbits following.
