Picnic
They go for a picnic beside the river, all three of them and Den together, as they have done since they were children.
Pinako packs the hamper for them, despite them now being perfectly capable of doing it themselves, because she always has done.
It is almost too heavy to carry, and they laugh as they lug it along between them, because it seems that as they get older, their picnics increase steadily in size as well, so that the basket has never once been easy to carry.
They bring swimming costumes with them, wrapped in a towel under their arms in the familiar fashion, and they dive and splash and shriek in the river with no change at all over the years.
Ed gets bored before the other two, and he mooches off earlier than them- just as the sun reaches four o'clock- with Den at his side, as he has had a tendency to do all his life.
But then, alone together on the blanket beneath the tree, they start to kiss each other in a way no children could possibly imagine.
Author's notes: Probably the most suggestive of all the drabbles so far. Gasp, suggestive! They probably won't get much more so than this, though.