I'm so glad! I was hoping it would be somewhere new.

[Sycamore has removed his shoes (yes, he's wearing the usual socks) and is sitting on the blanket, unpacking items from within the basket. He appears to have raided the local European-inspired deli; there's French cheese (multiple varieties), fancy crackers for said cheese, olives, grapes, red wine (two bottles, just in case!), macarons, and one final container that he places behind the others.]

I think...that is everything! Ah, one more thing...

[Let him open that container and place the lid back in the basket; the cake inside is simple, but very neatly iced with white frosting. Whoever made it (guess...) obviously spent time making it parfait.

Have a smile, you.]

Happy birthday, mon cheri.