Warnings: Short chapter, mentions of consuming human flesh, cannibalism in general, and "Brahmin" sandwichs.

You have been warned.

"I'm sure it will be great, Aurelius but-" Six was silenced as he pulled her down the road leading away from Cottonwood Cove.

It was nearly noon when they finally reached the shore of Lake Mead. "Isn't it lovely?" He asked her.

Runa smiled, but only just so. A worry bubbled deep inside her. ""Yes, it is."

He continued to pull her along to a perfect place on the shoreline, not too close to the water, and the sun made the sand glitter brilliantly. Well he was sure it used to glitter brilliantly. Pre-war, before atomic dust and ashes had made it turn a dull grey.

What exactly was Aurelius doing, or rather attempting to do? A romantic lunch on the beach, and with luck, they'd make it back in time for Aurelius to…

Eat…..not human flesh. He spread out the tattered old red and white quilt and opened the picnic basket he prepared.

"Brahmin?" She asked a bit suspiciously.

"Brahmin." He nodded firmly, taking out a sandwich and passing it to her. For a whole of ten minutes, he watched her not take a bite of his artisan masterpiece. "Is something wrong?"

"Well…" She began awkwardly, and continued far too loudly. "Are you a cannibal?"

"No." He replied quite simply. "I am not."

"Why do people say that, then?"

He sighed. "Its a very long story. Besides, if I were a cannibal, I wouldn't eat you."

Her eyes widened, the color reminded Aurelius of the ashy beach. "So you're saying you are one?"

There was no reply, he started on his sandwich once more.

""I wonder how people taste." She wondered idily after a while of silence.

He shrugged, "It wavers from person to person."

"I knew it!" She screeched, dropping her food and running. "I knew it!"