[Basil understands. It's not something he's ever easily managed either, though it's had less to do with his personality and more because talking to people is hard, and he is painfully shy. Yet here they are, very solidly friends despite how rocky their introduction was.

Funny how that works, and how quickly it can be reversed. But the things that plague him back home are not problems he shares here. They don't deserve his energy, not when he's feeling the way he is now.]

G-great! And this time...it'll be early enough that we won't run into anything happening to mess it up.

[He says, aloud, dumbly, practically asking for the gods to jinx him.

Basil does stand up on the steps after saying that though, because the sun is now gone and it's dark out. He wouldn't mind just staying here for a while longer, looking out at the lake in the distance and listening to the bugs buzzing, but mentioning picnic food has reminded him that they should probably...HAVE that.]

C'mon, we should probably go inside and get something to eat, speaking of.