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He was up most of the night, mostly to make sure the tortillas would come out just right - he wouldn't have time to try again. He spent the morning fixing two types of chicken, the buttermilk marinated fried chicken, and spicy bbq chicken bits to mix with sour cream and fresh made guacamole for the tortillas.
He has the oat cakes - probably not the best, being a first attempt, but he hopes they're serviceable. The ginger ale he's more certain of, two sealed pitchers worth. Cold meat and cheese sandwiches are added, along with some fresh fruit and vegetables, all packed up in a large basket. To make sure he has time to get everything to the lakeside, he starts long before 11. By the time the meeting is nearing, he has a blanket laid out just past the treeline to assure some privacy, and has the food all laid out - hopefully her appetite is as hearty as advertised, because there's a lot of food here, and both the bbq meat and the ginger can probably be smelled well before reaching the picnic site, even by people with normal senses.