St. James Park, Sunday afternoon [Regency London]

Anakin was almost grateful for the relative coolness of the air--it stopped the wool he was wearing from being oppressively hot.

After all, if you're having a picnic in Regency-era England, you need to dress the part.

Or so Rory had insisted. Anakin was just hoping to lose the top hat sooner rather than later, even if he was a little excited to be on a date with his wife.

[OOC: For the wife and epic SP. NFB due to distance.]