Eric's POV

The fragrance of freshly brewed coffee permeated the air, lingering long after we had finished our morning meal. I reclined in my chair, a sense of contentment enveloping me as I observed Gary gracefully clearing the table. "Don't worry about the dishes," he assured me, his voice gentle. "I'll take care of them."

With the table now pristine, I turned my attention to Gary, my eyes filled with anticipation. "By the way, do you happen to know where the picnic blanket ...