Disclaimer: As always I own nothing but the original characters and the situations all characters find themselves in. Thanks so much for reading, I hope you continue to enjoy and review.

Note: So the original look sported by the actor playing Charlie in Kingsman did absolutely nothing for me, while his Golden Circle look was pretty damn sexy in my opinion. So I decided to give that version of the actor a new role as Edward heh.

Lunch Time

Once Tequila had finished paying for Daisy's basket the Statesman offered her his arm with all the pomp and flourish of a prince offering his arm to his princess. Daisy looked up at him with a bright red face, bashfully taking it only after both Harry and Eggsy gave her reassuring nods and promised to stay close by should she need them. She still gave Tequila several distrustful looks though as they headed over to the next line where Eggsy and Tequila showed off their receipts to prove that they'd paid for their auction baskets already. Once both men had theirs in hand, with Tequila visibly surprised at the heft of his basket, the five of them set off to pick up the basket Eggsy had made for the two of them to share. Thankfully they didn't have to go far to get it thanks to Harry being the nephew of the hostess. One of her staff recognized him as they approached and immediately retrieved and brought the basket over to them so that there was no standing in another line.

"Thank you, Peter." The man in question had been in his aunt's service for years, and Harry knew him to be excellent at his job.

"Of course, Sir. I hope you and your dining guests enjoy your meal and afternoon."

"I hope your afternoon goes well also. Goodbye."

Inclining his head in Harry's direction, then the others, Peter headed back to the tent to continue handing out baskets to the other guests.

"You know my momma, she always told me that 'Us Southerners get our good manners from the British'." Tequila drawled out.

"Pity you lot used it up so quickly." Eggsy informed him with a smirk. "Then maybe people would like ya more."

Tequila looked pleased as punch as he stated that some people might think those were 'fightin words'. And Eggsy should keep in mind what happened the last time their countries got to fighting.

"Do we really need to have that discussion again?" Harry interrupted, giving Tequila a quelling look for good measure. "I think we settled the matter rather conclusively at that bar regarding which country has the more skilled fighters."

"I seem to recall that we gave you Brits a hand with that."

"I don't recall us asking or needing your help."

"Just ta clarify, he ain't the one ya bruised your knuckles on, right?" The look Eggsy gave Tequila made it clear he'd be bruising his own knuckles on Tequila's face if that was the case.

Naturally Tequila didn't look worried in the slightest as he drawled out his answer. "I'd have given him more than a sore hand if he had."

"Boys. Do try and remember that you're in public. With ladies present."

Ah. Yes.

"My apologies, Miss. Morton. Daisy." Damn. He really was making a right arse of himself in front of Lancelot today, wasn't he? "Let's find a good spot for our picnic, shall we?"

Eggsy shot Tequila one last look of warning before pasting on a smile and nodding in agreement. "Right. How about over there by them trees, Harry? That would give us some shade."

Looking down at Daisy Harry asked her if she thought it was a good place for them to have their lunch.

Peering through the crowd to try and get a good look, no easy thing given her height in comparison to those around them, the task occupied Daisy for a couple of minutes before she finally turned her head back to give him an 'okay' nod.

So they made their way through the crowds and joined the others in picking a spot where the large, mature trees in their vicinity offered plenty of shade and backrests for those who required one. Setting their baskets down Harry opened the lid of their basket as Eggsy instructed to retrieve the large black and grey plaid blanket Eggsy had placed on top of the food while Eggsy got out Lancelot's blueish grey one. Adding in the blanket Eggsy had put in Daisy's basket they soon had plenty of space to sit on without worrying about troublesome grass stains. Harry sat next to Eggsy, with Lancelot sitting directly across from him and Tequila on her left. Daisy sat at the 'head' of the table, flanked on either side by Eggsy and Tequila since odds were Eggsy would have to help her with some of the food at some point.

Pulling out an apron of all things from their basket Eggsy held it out to Tequila with a smirk. "Do ya mind puttin this on Dais while we get the rest sorted out? She'll lose it if she gets anything on that dress."

"You're not just a pretty face, are you." Miss. Morton teased Eggsy as Tequila took the apron with a good-natured smile. The apron in question was black with gold trim, covering Daisy from neck to ankle as the American tied the waist string twice around the girl's waist before tying it in a bow.

That done Tequila declared that it was time to eat, his grin wide with anticipation. Though once he got a better look inside his basket the blond's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Where did ya all find this?"

"Online."

Turning his head Harry had to grin too when he saw that Daisy's wicker basket had been opened to reveal that the plastic plates belted into the inside of it were shaped like cartoon fox heads. And all the cutlery was orange with fox figurines on the ends. The plastic cup Tequila took out of the basket also proved to be clear save for the frolicking foxes depicted around the sides.

Harry smiled over at the likely culprit. "I'm going to assume that you picked those out, Daisy?"

The little girl nodded proudly. "Like Mr. Fox."

"Excellent choice."

The other plates and such were much more adult, but Tequila seemed tickled pink by his and Daisy's fox themed picnic and with great ceremony got their 'table' set between them before going to work taking all the remaining food out of the basket while the rest of them did the same.

"So, Miss. Morton, why the objection to getting up close and personal with Hesketh? Not your type?"

Lancelot gave Tequila a cool look. "If you'd ever had the 'pleasure' of meeting a Hesketh you'd understand."

"Edward Hesketh is superior to his brother in every conceivable way." Harry felt obligated to inform her. The man in question didn't deserve to be tarred with the same brush as his brother.

"That's really not saying much, S-Harry."

Harry acknowledged the truth of that statement by inclining his head in agreement before elaborating. "I should have said that from what I know of him, Edward is a good man and a gentleman."

"But is he worth having to spend time with Charlie?"

"Ah. Perhaps not. Though my understanding is they aren't close."

"And their parents?"

He was starting to see her point. However wonderful Edward Hesketh might be, the majority of the man's family were as entitled and snobbish as Charlie was. If you weren't in it for their money and titles, theirs wasn't a family one would ever be eager to join.

"Ow bad is this Charlie?" Eggsy wanted to know.

"Oh the stories I could tell you. And will when there's more liquor than this to drink." Lancelot held up the bottle of wine she'd brought to go with her meal. "Speaking of which, who would like a glass?"

"I would love a glass." Harry replied.

"I'll stick with the lemonade. And we better eat the loaves and salads first." Eggsy informed them firmly as he looked over the various containers set out on the blankets. "The bread won't stay warm that much longer, and we all need the healthy crap before we get ta the good stuff."

Rubbing his hands together, Tequila agreed that they needed to get this party started.

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Having already had Eggsy's garlic cheese loaf Harry knew what to expect, the added enjoyment coming from watching Tequila make an idiot of himself making yummy noises and exclaiming over the perfection of it all. Well that and the knowledge that he'd covertly turned on his glasses to record every moment of the American's reactions for future use. Harry was fairly confident that if nothing else, the other man was bound to give him excellent blackmail material today.

The food the boy kept shoving into his mouth also had the benefit of preventing Tequila from talking.

And speaking of handsome young men Harry sensed that one was walking towards them right now, Harry twisting around to see Hesketh coming towards them with a determined stride that suggested he had a purpose in mind. And given that Eggsy had won Miss. Morton's basket from him Harry instinctively moved closer to Eggsy, prepared to come to his defense if Hesketh decided to prove him wrong about being a gentleman with manners.

Miss. Morton got to her feet too, while Tequila adopted an expression that suggested he thought he was in for dinner and a show. Americans.

"Hesketh's behind me, ain't he?"

"It will be fine."

The look Eggsy shot him was half disbelief, half insult. Then he proved how flexible he really was by twisting his upper body around enough that he could keep an eye on the bloke in question.

"Excuse me. My apologies for interrupting your meal." Sounding every inch the British gentleman Harry thought him to be, Edward's eyes swept over them and then focused in on Miss. Morton as he walked around the blankets towards her. "I simply wished to apologize for bothering you, Miss. Morton. And to give you this."

Miss. Morton stared at the piece of paper he pulled from his pocket and then held out to her, taking it from him warily before glancing down at it, her brows furrowing in confusion as she looked back up at him. "I don't understand."

"I chanced to overhear that you had your friend bid on your basket so that I wouldn't win it. I thought it only fair to reimburse you for your troubles."

Oh, shite. His aunt. She'd blabbed to people. Of course she had.

The look Miss. Morton aimed in his direction made it clear she'd connected the dots too. Fuck.

"No, I'm sorry." Turning her attention back to Edward Miss. Morton gave him an apologetic look. "It wasn't personal. I've never heard anyone say anything that would make me think I wouldn't enjoy your company. It's just-I hate your brother. To a degree I can't quite put into words."

"Which just proves you're as intelligent as I gathered." Edward's lips curved in small smile. "After you beat him for the internship Charlie had a lot to say about you whenever I had to suffer through his company. Reading between the lines you sounded like a woman I'd enjoy getting to know. That was my only motive in asking your mother about you and attempting to purchase your basket."

"Oh."

Miss. Morton, Harry noted, looked lovely with rosy cheeks.

"Well I can't-I can't accept this." Miss. Morton held the check back out to him. "It wouldn't be fair."

Naturally Edward refused to take it, holding his hand up in a stop motion. "I insist."

"But-"

"Right, so seeing as he ain't a complete arse like his brother why don't ya invite him ta join us at the very least." Eggsy suggested, neatly interrupting Miss. Morton's planned argument. "I put extra stuff in our basket, just in case there was an extra mouth ta feed."

Harry was going to go out on a limb and guess that that extra food had been added in case Merlin showed up unexpectedly.

"Would you? Like to join us." Miss. Morton asked.

Looking pleased, Edward stated he would. If she was sure.

"Please."

Shifting some things around so that Edward could take a seat close to Miss. Morton took no time at all, Eggsy retrieving the extra place setting to hand to Harry who then handed it over to Edward while Miss. Morton took care of the introductions.

Due to Tequila's presence Miss. Morton presented herself as a friend of Harry's family rather than a work colleague despite Edward's knowledge of Kingsman and her position within it. Harry was confident in Edward's ability to read between the lines and understand that they didn't want the American aware of who she was and the potential threat she posed if Tequila had motives of being here that had nothing to do with sheer gluttony.

'Mr. Channing' was introduced as working for a company Kingsman tailor shop did business with upon occasion.

"Mr. Channing works for a bourbon whiskey company out of Kentucky that we're in a joint advertising campaign with." Harry added, lying as smoothly as the whiskey the Statesman produced.

"I see. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'll have to keep my eye out for that brand."

"Best there is." Tequila assured him with a wink.

"Speakin of best there is, I'm a fan." Eggsy smiled at Edward. "Phelps might have more speed but you've got the better form and-I want ta say fluidity in your strokes? Ya flow with the water better."

"Thank you. It's kind of you to say."

"And don't you start about Yanks versus Brits again." Eggsy pointed a knowing finger in Tequila's direction. "Ya came all the way across the bloody pond ta try my fried chicken, not reenact the American Revolution."

Edward's eyebrows rose as he asked Tequila if he'd really done so.

"He's usin my Meemaw's recipe." Tequila explained. "Said he could make it just as well as she can. I had to to come and try it for myself."

"He means his grandmother." Eggsy added. "They got ta have weird names for everything over there."

"You really want to get in a debate about whose country has the 'barmiest' names for things, Boy?"

Eggsy delighted them all by sticking his tongue out at Tequila.

"We have chicken now?" Daisy wanted to know, obviously done with listening to the adults be silly.

"Yeah, let's just divvy everything up then."

Thanks to Eggsy and Daisy's baskets being identical save for portions it wasn't hard to see that everyone got their fair share of the food, Tequila making quite the show of looking over Eggsy's fried chicken and critiquing it in terms of the breaded mix the chicken had been rolled in. Or shaken into? Harry had no idea. But apparently Tequila thought that while the chicken smelled 'almost' as good as the original, while visually his meemaw's was superior to it.

"Put the chicken where your mouth is, Bruv. Then we'll see what ya got ta say."

"All right. Care to place a little wager before I do?" Tequila waved the drumstick in Eggsy's direction teasingly.

"Hundred pounds?"

"You're on."

Leaning across the space the two men shook over it.

Doing some subtle leaning in of his own, Harry made sure that he was in optimum position to record Tequila's reaction as the Statesman brought the chicken to his lips and bit in.

He wasn't disappointed.

Though Harry had to admit that it was a little disturbing to hear Tequila make such a sexual noise as he chewed, the look of rapture on his face...well you'd have thought someone was performing oral sex on the boy at the very least.

Snickering like crazy at Tequila's side, Miss. Morton gave Harry a knowing look before turning to inform a very confused looking Edward that you always had to brace before eating something made by Eggsy, otherwise you made an idiot of yourself like Tequila just had.

"Thank you for the warning."

Tequila, meanwhile, had managed to take two more bites during that conversation, the noises very distracting, especially since it was making all the nearby guests stare at them all.

"Unca Harry, don't ya want the chicken? it's yummy." Daisy informed him.

Daisy, Harry noted, was halfway through her own piece and had done so with hardly a noticeable peep.

"Of course."

And braced for it Harry managed to limit himself to a purring sound of pleasure as he bit through the slightly crunchy outside to reach the tender chicken inside, the herbs and spices elevating the relatively common offering into ambrosia for the mouth. Though Gran Gran's chips were still superior.

He also wasn't so lost in his own pleasure that he failed to note the sounds of appreciation Lancelot and Hesketh made, though he did his best to mostly tune out Miss. Morton's reaction out of politeness. And for both their sakes.

"Dammit, Eggsy." Miss. Morton threw him an exasperated look.

"How on earth did you make it so...is it magic?" Edward wanted to know, the swipe of the man's tongue over his lips to better savor the taste something Harry could very much appreciate.

"I'm part house elf." Eggsy explained smugly. "You should try-"

"What the hell?! That was better than my meemaw's! Best chicken..." Tequila trailed off, color actually draining from his face as he took on the look of a man awaiting execution. "Shit. Don't any of you-if any of you ever have the pleasure of meetin my meemaw you CAN'T tell her I said that. She won't ever cook for me again, she hears I even suggested someone cooks better than her. My life won't be worth livin once she catches wind of it."

"She won't hear it from me. So long as ya don't welsh on our bet."

Tequila glared at him for a moment, then wonderment came over his face as he looked down at his plate and then back to Eggsy again. "Do all house elves cook like you do?"

"No idea. But if ya want I'll eat your chicken if you want ta stick ta the salad and such."

That earned him a death glare from Tequila.

Right before the man made a grab to add more of the chicken to his plate.