"Well, it is either dinosaur or some kind of island bird," Mathias admits, opening the basket and taking out the sandwiches and the salads. He suspects it's the latter, but he honestly can't know and now feels sort of silly for having brought up the dinosaur in the first place.

With the food set out, he crosses his legs and reaches for the drinks, pouring one for Veronica and offering it to her over the blanket. "Some kind of fruit juice," he explains, because all of his business in the kitchen had been mostly a guessing game.