"Hm," she said quietly. "I like snow days. Snowball fights, snow forts. You know. The usual. But I would say my perfect day involves going somewhere and playing tag or something. I'm essentially a five year old." She paused and then grinned. "Your turn."
"A walk through the city during the late evening," he said. "Maybe try something new and enjoy the sights."
"No promises, Craw," she said, her hand reaching over and brushing through his hair idly as she spoke. They approached her building and she looked over at him with a smile. "Thank you for driving me."
"Me? Always," she said with a smirk. She slipped out of the car and headed inside, waving to him at the door.
The bag was insulated, and inside was a lunch. A sandwich was cut in half, and there were some apples in a plastic bag, a water bottle, and a small bag of candies. There was a folded piece of paper on the top with his name written on the front in Poppy's writing.
(Zoom!) Poppy was curled up on the couch, with Tom resting his head in her lap. She was sleeping, her head turned into the crook of her arm as she waited for Francis.
Francis entered quietly, looking around before realizing she was asleep in the couch. He smiled slightly, hanging his bag up before approaching her, kissing her cheek softly.
She shifted and opened her eyes blearily. She grinned and sat up, yawning slightly. "Hey, Craw," she said warmly. "It's good to see you."
