Marinette handed Adrien the picnic basket so that she could lay out the blanket and he just stood to the side watching. He straightened out one corner of the blanket, and when Marinette sat down, he joined her, placing the basket slightly between the two of them. Marinette reached into the basket and pulled everything out.

As she took things out and placed them onto the blanket, Adrien distributed them. He put one plate in front of each of them in addition to the cups and placed the napkins on top of the plates. When Marinette handed him the bottle of water, he poured some into each of their cups and eventually, Marinette opened the pastry box.

Adrien was overwhelmed by the options to say the least. He had never seen so many pastries at once, at least not ones he could actually have. "What do you usually have at your favorite bakery?" Marinette asked, leaning a little bit closer to him.

The name of every single pastry left his brain when she asked the question. He became momentarily convinced that he somehow never ordered pastries before as he tried to come up with any name. "Pain au chocolat," he said after a few moments of contemplation. Marinette took the pain au chocolat and cut it in half so they could share it.

Adrien was impressed at how perfectly in half she managed to divide it, but he figured that came with the territory of being the daughter of bakers. Apparently, Ladybug's favorite bakers, which was something he was going to unpack later, not now while he was on a fake-date with his not- girlfriend.

She placed his half of the pastry onto his plate. He looked at it, like he was nervous to eat it. She giggled at the almost lost look on his face. "Try it," she prodded. "Come on." He could see that she was almost bouncing with excitement and he couldn't help but to smile at the energy she was filled with. He picked it up and brought it to his lips.

He was feeling strangely nervous about eating it in front of her. It felt like he was under pressure to like it, which he kind of was. After hearing how good the pastries are, he was scared that they wouldn't live up to the expectations that he created in his head. If he didn't like them, would Marinette not want to spend time with him anymore?

He swallowed the saliva that made its home in his mouth and took his first bite. The pastry was flakey and delicate. The chocolate was rich and decadent. Marinette's eyes were filled with hope after he took his first bite and she had put her half back onto her plate so she could devote all of her attention to his opinion on the pastry.

When he didn't immediately react, he saw as her shoulders drooped an extremely small amount and he was maybe too quick to reassure her. "Itsdeisus," he tried to assure through his mouth despite the fact that it was still filled with pastry. Marinette giggled at his attempt at saying words.

"That's gross," she told him with a smile on her face that betrayed her words. "Don't talk with your mouth full, you goof. Didn't anyone ever teach you that at your fancypants dinner parties growing up?" He swallowed the bite of his pastry and responded to her playful chiding by sticking his tongue out at her.

"For your information," he began. "That would have involved someone paying attention to me at those fancypants dinner parties." He meant for the comment to be bantery, but it was surprisingly more real of a comment than either of them had expected him to say. "The pastry was just too delicious," he added, "I couldn't keep my opinion to myself long enough to finish."

Marinette's smile was more of a grimace. She bit her lip. "I'm glad that you like it," she told him, taking another bite of her own half. The two sat eating their pastries in relative silence for a short while, not sure what else to talk about. When they both finished their individual halves, Adrien looked at the pile of pastries again.

"You said you like Carapace," Marinette said as he looked over the pile. She picked up one of the macarons from the plate. "I have it on good authority that this one is his favorite, if you want to try it." He eyed the macaron skeptically, it felt very possible that Marinette was just saying that because it was green, but he did feel a little bad about not believing her about Ladybug before.

"Do you want to share it," he offered, not seeing another macaron in the same green color. "Or is this just mine?" Marinette bit her lip and looked around a little bit. From the corner of her eye, she saw a few girls who looked to be around their age staring at the two of them as they sat enjoying their picnic. Marinette leaned up on her knees and took a small bite of the macaron.

She slowly moved the remaining half closer to Adrien, making it clear to him that her intention was to feed it to him. He opened his mouth and accepted the second half of the macaron. "I can see why it's his favorite," he told Marinette with a smile on his face. He also noticed people staring at the two of them and now that they weren't near her parents, he added, "I just hope you aren't feeding them to him, too. I have a feeling Rena Rouge is the jealous type."

Marinette knew that Adrien had no idea how right he was. Alya was the jealous type, especially if Marinette had ever fed Nino a macaron in the same way she'd just fed Adrien. It was very clear to anyone that Nino no longer had feelings for Marinette, especially after she locked him in the panther cage with Alya, but no one would want to accidentally make things awkward between the couple.

Marinette giggled at his comment and Adrien winked at her flirtatiously. From there, the two had the pain aux amandes and Adrien understood why Ladybug left the autograph she did. It was delicious and he wished he could have one every day. The last thing he tried for the time being was a temporary pastry.

The Dupain-Chengs had a special order that required passionfruit macarons and when he tried it, it tasted like falling in love. He amended his statement about the pain aux amandes and just wanted to have an unlimited supply of Dupain-Cheng pastries in general. If his fake relationship with Marinette became 'serious' enough, he jokingly added in his head that it wouldn't be impossible for him to have them every day.