"Doth mine eyes deceive me, or doth the world appear more resplendent this day? 'Tis as if the very air doth sing with the song of spring's rebirth!"

It had been months since they'd had a day off together from the grueling demands of the Limbus Corporation, and both women were determined to make the most of this rare moment of intimacy and tranquility. Don carried the wicker basket with a spring in her step, hazel eyes sparkling with anticipation and wonder as she took in the blooming petals hanging low from the trees above them.

As they walked, Don regaled her with tales of her latest acquisitions - limited edition figurines and collector's items that she had fought valiantly to procure. Her voice took on a flamboyant, eccentric quality as she spoke of her "troves of treasures," and soon they arrived at a secluded spot by a bubbling brook, the gentle sound of the water mingling with the chirping of birds and the distant hum of the city fading into the background.

"Hark, mine dearest! Our day of respite from the toils of work hath finally arrived!" she exclaimed, grasping her partner's hand in her own. "Indulge with me! I've packed a hearty meal for us to partake in as we bask in the glory of nature's splendor."