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what. a picnic

Lyssa had explored the house they were staying in. Sort of, she was now planning on a picnic. She had a basket and explored the kitchen again. There was a tap for lemonade. She frowned at it, didn't ask any questions about it took what she could from the fridge in the ktchen and sneaked back to one of the Tardises to get better food and stood waiting on Owen at the stairs. It was either a walk and a picnic, borrow a car and go further away or scrabble. Lyssa didn't think scrabble would pass with Owen and the car for the moment wasn't going to be a good idea. Even the thought of it made her nautious. Yes, she had reached that wonderful little time for her when she got sick. Nothing that wouldn't pass or deal with. She still had to tell Owen about the dinosaur too.

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Owen made his way down to Lyssa, raising his eyebrows at her as he saw her. She looked like she was up to something. However, this was Lyssa. She always looked like she was up to something. Mostly because she always was. "Lyssa," he said softly as he approached. He wondered what she was up to. He was tempted to ask, but a part of him was afraid he wouldn't like her answer either. "Lyssa?"

Lyssa turned to him slowly, holding a basket in her hand for him to see. "I fancied going on a picnic. There was hardly anything in the kitchen so I borrowed from the Tardis." she figured no one would notice. "I'd suggest getting a car and going for a ride but I don't think my stomach would thank me." she gave him a half smile. He should be amazed she was actually sharing with him that she was getting morning sickness but without her actually saying it because that would be too much for her.

"I'm fed up of being inside even if it is cold out there."

"A picnic. A bloody picnic?" He shook his head and looked outside. It was cold. It was snowy. It was the worst possible time to go have a picnic. Still, he wasn't surprised. This was Lyssa. She would think of a picnic in the snow and not even consider that they might freeze their asses off.

"No, I am not having you retching in my car again. Last time I had to clean up the mess. No bloody thank you," he grumbled. Shaking his head, he put on a smile for Lyssa, not wanting to anger her.

"Lead on, boss."

"Hey! Last time I was sick in the car it was all your fault! I would not have kept drinking that entire night if you hadn't been putting them in front of me while you were too." she had to smile though, "We had a good night though. This time it's both our faults." She grinned. Yes even the sickness couldn't make her unhappy.

"Fine, we don't have to go for a picnic I can hide this for us for later and we can just go for a walk? Or you could suggest what we can do." Yes, she was really asking what he wanted to do and she would more than likely agree.

"Do you have do call me boss?" Lyssa bit her lip, one hand she liked it when he said things like that to her but the other it did sound like she was a little too in charge of him, which bothered her then.

"It was not my fault!" Owen's eyes narrow and he shakes a finger at her. "You could have said no. You're the bloody lush." He laughed and shook his head at her. At least she was not unhappy. A happy Lyssa was an easy Lyssa to deal with.

"No. A picnic is fine. Just... Can I have a scarf or something?" He reached out and took her hand in his. The fact that she was asking was huge. He knew that. To say she was a control freak wouldn't exactly be an exaggeration.

"But you are." He leaned in and gave her a kiss.

"At the moment I drink while I can. Well..." Yup she was a happy Lyssa and she knew when she was sulking she could claim the title of not the easiest person to deal with. "You're just a bad influence." She laughed.

"Scarf, big coat. Anything that you want. I was going to get a coat on and bring a blanket or two as well." She squeezed his hand and grinned at him more. She tried for him.

Lyssa moved so instead of her cheek he kissed her lips and she could kiss him back. "Only because you let me."

"You shouldn't be bloody drinking at all." He smiled and tilted his head to the side. "If anything, you're the bad influence, not I." He raised an eyebrow at her. "You are the one in charge, not me."

He was teasing. Mostly. Letting go of her, he started to bundle himself up. Pretty much, he wore everything she named and grabbed every blanket he could find. "You should be the one who is dressing up. You have to protect yourself. You need to be warm for two now."

"Let you. Ha. You'll do whatever you want, whether I like it or not."

"Nope, my cranky doctor wouldn't be happy at all with me if I did that now." She reached out and touched his cheek briefly. Of course the cranky doctor she was on about was him. After last time it was good to have him looking after her from the time she found out.

"You let me," she told him again, "If you didn't like it I'd know." When he was ready and she'd finished giggling at him for being so wrapped up she pulled on her big furry coat and did a slow twirl for him. "I just need this." She slipped her arm under his.

"I think I'm listening to you more. I'm trying." She admitted to him.

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