[Well gee, Elsa. Cassandra can't put together a comeback for that. So she'll just have to stand there waiting, ruminating in the warm, night air on just how lucky she was to meet her lovely forest spirit of a girlfriend.]

I know, I know, and I appreciate it. You grabbed the most important part of the picnic.

[She gently accepts the clothed bundle and slides it into the basket. Perfect time to unfurl her wings wide and let them stretch to their full length. That's not Cassandra showing off, obviously!]

Well, we're all set. You ready to fly?