The day was kind of cold. Indianapolis summers were usually hot and humid, making clothes stick to bodies like couch potatoes stuck to couches. "What time is it?" She asked, staring at the sky. The sky had not been clear for a while. Sure the blue was still noticeable, though every once in a while—every once in a while being every three hours or so—the clouds would roll in and things would get a little nasty. But today, on this very particular day, it was warm yet cold at the same time. It didn't rain, so the ground was nice and dry as Hazel lazed on the big fluffy picnic blanket.

Though really, it wasn't a picnic blanket. It had been one of Isaac's old comforters for his bed when he was ten. It had Thomas the Tank Engine faces all over it. Frankly, any child would be scared. Hazel sure was. "You're blanket is kind of creepy," she commented, fiddling with her cannula because it just felt weird today.

Isaac sat beside her, legs crisscrossed over themselves and his cane folded into a very conveniently sized stick. It was nice today. Isaac was still recovering from everything—mentally. He seemed okay with it mostly. He cracked blind jokes sometimes when the moment was right. It was only when he was alone that he broke. It was inevitable, really. On the bright side of things, his other senses were starting to compensate for the one he had lost. Though so far, his taste was the only thing going for him. Others would start soon but not yet. And he seemed perfectly okay with it. "Hey!" He snapped. His tone was serious but it only made Hazel laugh a little more. "Don't knock Thomas the Tank Engine, dude. He's a legend."

Hazel rolled her eyes and realized he couldn't see it. She smirked and looked up at him. "I'm rolling my eyes now, Isaac," she stated.

She was sure he would roll his eyes right back at her if he could. "Ha ha ha," he deadpanned. "Stop making fun of the blind guy. I'm an invalid."

"Pfft, invalid my ass, at least your NEC now. I'm still dying here, thank you very much." She was kidding of course, but the two became silent. The only sounds interrupting the now awkward situation were the children in the background screaming and laughing as they played on the playground. Hazel took a deep breath—as deep as her crap-filled lungs would allow—and glanced at him. "I'm sorry, Isaac, that was—"

"Shut up," He smirked, dismissing the comment with a lazy wave of his hand. "Where is Gus anyhow?"

"Um…" She sat up—an action that took some of her breath away. Stupid crap-filled lungs, always ruining everything—and looked around. At the sound of his name, Gus walked towards them down the small hill from the parking lot. He carried grocery bags in his hands. Hazel smiled instantly at that familiar limpy walk. It was her favorite.

"Ah Hazel Grace, you have decided to help us discover the universe of senses!" He smiled ecstatically and set the brown paper bags on the blanket next to Isaac.

"You bought macaroni salad?" The very blind, yet apparently very scent talented, Isaac asked incredulously.

Augustus scoffed and put one hand on his hip. He had never looked sassier than right then. "Well dammit, Isaac, it was supposed to be a surprise."

"He's giving you the sassy hip hand," Hazel informed him. Isaac shrugged and nodded. He knew. Augustus was anything but predictable but on this very day, he seemed to be lacking his unpredictability.

Augustus shot Hazel a look before rolling his eyes before shaking his head, trying to hide his smile. Oh the ever optimistic Gus Waters. "Okay, Blind Man Taste Test Take One!" He yelled with a goofy grin that suited him perfectly.

Hazel raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but let a smile cross her lips. God, he was sexy. "Hazel Grace," her more than excited friend, who was holding a bow of something that looked absolutely revolting—Isaac would never forgive them for this—motioned to his backpack with his elbow while expertly setting the different containers of things in a neat line before the "invalid's" figure.

"Light me!" He ordered in a grinnish tone. Hazel chuckled and pulled the same old cigarette pack from the bag and was about to hand it to him when he smirked and opened his mouth just enough for her to insert one nicely rolled cigarette between his lips. He winked at her before turning to Isaac.

Augustus expertly set up a video-camera on a mini tripod next to him. The mini machine beeped a few times as he set it up.

"Hazel, tell me that's not a bomb," Isaac said. He was kidding, of course…right? "Because I know that Gus will lie to me."

She rolled her eyes again. Oh goodness, so much eye-rolling on this little outing today. "It's not a bomb," she deadpanned.

"Thank god."

"Oh calm down! Do you think I would kill you? I mean c'mon, you just sacrificed your sight to keep living. I'm not really that arrogant to make you have lost your eyes for nothing, now am I?"

"…I plead the fifth."

Now Gus's face was priceless. His mouth hung open, his cigarette falling from his lips onto the blanket. It wasn't lit obviously, so no park fires today! Without warning, Hazel gasped as she witness the scene. Augustus took a handful of what looked like green pesto and onto Isaac's head it went! The guy never saw it coming—literally.

"Guys, guys!" Hazel was frantic to find order here. She was wearing her favorite dress and was determined to not let a food fight ruin her perfect and cute outfit. God, she never sounded more girly. And it wasn't a minute later that she had black bean hummus dripping from her hair and onto her dress. "Oh, oh that's—" Another gasp escaped her lips as Isaac's hand met her cheek with some ranch potato chip dip.

"Looking real good, Hazel Grace," Gus managed to take a face full of gummy bears, efficiently catching some in his mouth and ended with chewing with his signature corner-mouth smile.

Not the traditional Taste Test they had in mind. It was even better. And though Hazel was on time out for a little bit—crap lungs will do that to you—she had the best time of her life. And for once she was happy that her mom made her to go stupid Support Group with Patrick and his nut cancer, the List of those who weren't strong enough, and the Literal Heart of Jesus.