-Picnic-
The youngest Redfield always enjoyed going on picnics with her family when she was younger. The warm rays of the sun, the cool breeze of the wind, the feel of the grass on her skin. It was something that relaxed her entirely, it helped her forget her past for one day.
"Move over, Red. I want to at least have some part of the blanket," a voice laughed next to her and Claire looked up.
"Well maybe if you didn't have such a big butt, then you could fit on the blanket!" the girl joked innocently. Giving off a soft chuckle as her eyes raised to his.
"Well maybe if someone didn't lay on the blanket, then there'd be more room!" he started digging through the picnic basket, pulling out sandwiches and drinks.
"It's my blanket, and I shall do whatever I please with it." Claire sprawled out more onto it, taking up almost the whole space.
"And this is my food in here, and I guess I'll eat all of it all by myself then." he unwrapped a sandwich and took a large bite.
As if on cue, Claire's stomach grumbled and she got up, "Fine, fine. You can have some room too, as long as I get one of those sandwiches." she reached down for one and felt Leon lightly slap her hand.
"Give me some room, and then you'll get a sandwich."
"You're a hard man to bargain with, but I accept." she moved over and then grabbed one of the sandwiches.
"And you're a hard lady to bargain with. But if I have food, I always get my way."