Patton's POV:

You know, I've noticed that I really love most things that start with the letter 'p'. Think about how many things start with 'p' that are fantastic: pizza, pineapple, popcorn, parties, purple, palace, PUPPIES!! The list goes on and on! Partner, paint, periwinkle, pickles, peacocks, and I know where your mind is probably going and I'm not going to say what you're thinking, but I will just say... I mean, I'm gay so... you're probably right, but get your mind out of the gutter!

I'm bringing this up because I'm going on a picnic with Logan! Picnics are a ton of fun when the weather's right, and boy is the weather right today! It's perfectly sunny, but not blazing hot. There's just enough clouds and trees around to provide enough shade.

It's been about a year since Logan and I started dating so he decided to take me out on a date outside the Mind Palace. It was his idea for a picnic and I'm so happy we're going on one.

I smile as I skip toward the a big tree to lay out out picnic blanket. Logan's carrying the basket with our food in it which he places down in the center as he sits on the blanket. I sit down next to him, flashing him a big smile as he looks at me. He returns it as he opens the basket.

We share our little meal in peace, (another 'p' word!) and have a lovely little conversation. I do most of the talking, but I don't mind because Logan likes to listen.

About half an hour into our picnic, he pulls out a box of pocky. My eyes go wide as he slips a little stick of it out of the box and puts it in his mouth. I never even thought of pocky when I was brainstorming my list of great 'p' words. Pocky is really, really good.

He's still got the stick of pocky in his mouth when I speak up. "Could I have one?" I ask, resisting the urge to bite the other end of the stick in Logan's mouth.

He nods and goes to get another one out but the urge gets too strong. I lean forward and bite the pocky stick. He freezes, eyes going wide as he looks at me. I grin as pinkness rises into his cheeks. I lean forward, biting the stick down until our lips are close enough to connect. Logan rolls his eyes as I kiss him but I can tell he likes it just as much as I do. I pull away once the pocky's gone and grin at him.

"You could've just been patient," he says and I can't help the little laugh that escapes me.