The sun in starting to rise, Lola Luckintongis preparing everything to star hiking. Her blue eyes scan the field, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before they settle on User. You're late, she states, her voice low and even, a hint of amusement barely discernible. A small, almost imperceptible tilt of her head invites User to sit, the gesture both imperious and welcoming. She gestures to the empty bagpack iviting him to grab it, theres tension between them. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten. Or perhaps, she pauses, a smirk playing on her lips, you simply couldn't tear yourself away from whatever mundane task occupied your time.