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Fern-hunting parties became popular, allowing young women to get outside in a seemingly innocuous pursuit with less rigid oversight and chaperoning than they saw in parlors and drawing rooms. They may have even had the occasional romantic meetup with a similarly fern-impassioned beau. — Bree

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Now that he had walked up to them, he couldn't exactly whirl around and get going. That would be rude. And was not, presumably, how straight men seduced their future wives.

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June 3rd, 1888 - Padmore Park Boats
Odira Potter

All of the lights land on you / The rest of the world fades from view
And all of the love I see / Please please say you feel it too
And all of the noise I hear inside / Restless and loud, unspoken and wild
And all that you need to say / To make it all go away
It's that you feel the same way too
The Words - Christina Perry

It had taken a regrettable amount of time for Baxter to be able to plan and organize the boat picnic that Odira had suggested months ago, but at least they had made plans between then and now. This had been her very first suggestion though and clearly something she wanted to do, so Bax had taken great care in making sure everything was prepared for the outing.

Mrs. Parker had prepared a spread unlike any other. Bax worried it was a little too fancy for the occasion, but he was also not about to argue with his housekeeper who was the only one who really knew how Bax felt about Odira. She assured him that this would impress but with an air of casualty that suggested he didn't think about to too much. He didn't think that was actually a thing he should worry about, but he was going to take her word for it. Regardless, it was packed with a generous amount of finger foods, cheese, fruit, little sandwiches, lemonade, the works, Baxter had actually had to put a charm on it to make it lighter it was so heavy.

He stood at the end of the dock looking out at the lake itself in the Sunday afternoon sun as he waited for Odira to arrive, trying not to look as anxious as he felt. Was there really anything to be worried about? Bax kept trying to talk himself out of the nerves; clearly there was something between them, they both knew it now, he shouldn't try too hard to impress right? Wrong. Baxter had failed so miserably with Miriam (for other reasons, he reasoned),but he wanted to make sure he did this right. By the time he'd gone around in a worry circle again, he turned to find her coming his way down the dock and tried to suppress that little flutter he got at first sight of her. "Hello," He greeted with an easy smile. "Looks like perfect weather for the afternoon." Thank Merlin for that.

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   Odira Potter

“Maybe we found love right where we are”

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Odira had taken a handful of outings with Mr. Keene—not to mention seen him at functions—since the calendar had turned to 1888, but they had all, to some extent, been entirely in the public eye. This was hardly something for which either party could be faulted—it was, after all, the proper way of things—but she yearned to spend more time with the gentleman who, since her bout of amnesia, had become essentially family to her. The intimacy of a picnic on the lake was not lost on her, and rather girlishly, Odira found herself fretting about her hair—a concern generally quite foreign to her.

She had arrived to meet him at the docks in a lavender dress, hair neatly pinned back with a small, smart hat to keep the sun from her eyes. It was hardly a long journey: her modest cottage all but overlooked the park, and given the protective charms upon her hem, Odira had thought it perfectly reasonable to take a bit of a short cut.

“You’ve chosen a fine day indeed, Mr. Keene,” she replied fondly, stopping just shy of him. The breeze rustled her skirts lightly, but it could not rightly be called a windy day. “I fear as though the arrangement has been altogether unfair, though—you’ve been in charge of all the arrangements, and all I’ve done is show up!”

If I could marry Bee I would but I can't so I ship our characters instead.
Just the sight of her up close had him envisioning the rest of the outing, far more intimate than they'd been allowed thus far and he was quite pleased with himself indeed-barring any emergencies. "Luck of the draw, cannot take credit for that. He smiled easily, adjusting the basket in his hand.

"I fear I cannot take credit for this either, Mrs. Parker deserves the applause for this and she wouldn't have it any other way." Bax rather thought she'd gone a little overboard, but he was not arguing in the slightest. "And it is the least I can do, you have far better things to worry about than packing a picnic, like small children and a home to keep, and the library of course." And he meant that in the best way possible. She had three children, a home and an occupation on her plate, he admired her stamina to manage it all. On his days off he was quite relaxed for the most part, no children to mind or things to organize, though he did have work to do on occasion. Or rather he chose to do work from home to keep himself from going insane with boredom.

"You look lovely by the way, that shade of purple is a most becoming color on you." He added, though realized he should have started with it. Well again, better late than never. Bax was still adjusting to saying what was on his mind rather than keeping it to himself. "Shall we?" He motioned to the nearest boat with another smile.

“Maybe we found love right where we are”

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At the compliment, Odira felt a rather aggressive fluttering in her stomach, though perhaps that was normal—in a bid to impress, she'd bothered to lace her corset tighter than "exists" for a change, and was, understandably, still adjusting to the change. Not that she had any reason to want to impress Mr. Keene. None at all.

Part of her wished to return the favour, but how did one compliment a man on their appearance without making them seem vain? And to be truthful, Mr. Keene looked very much as he always did, though a bit less tired. Complementing that appearance, then, would be too telling.

"You're kind," was her response instead, and Odira smiled as she moved closely past him and towards the rowboat, which bobbed ever so slightly on the generally still surface of the lake. With no railing near enough to be of use. Odira gripped her companion's forearm lightly, then more tightly to avoid stumbling, as she lowered herself into the boat. After taking a moment to ensure her balance, she held out her arms for the basket.

If I could marry Bee I would but I can't so I ship our characters instead.

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