A Secluded Beach, Bali, Monday Evening

Isabelle was determined to take all the advantage she could get from this vacation. Even if it meant spending some of her own money to pay for something a little extra. Like a picnic in bed on a beach. Yeah. Like that. Or, indeed, like the view around her right now: a sunset, the beach, lanterns, and a bed. And a picnic meal set out by the waiters she was already waving away with polite thank yous.

This was supposed to be a private thing. That's why she'd also opted out of the various musicians and dancers. She was pretty sure Flick preferred it that way, too.

"Now, this is something to put on a postcard, right?"

[ooc: NFB, for that dude.]