Why, isn't today just lovely?
I've half a mind to have a picnic, the moment that darned sun gets out of the way. Duchess Fortuna, Count, Basil? What do you all say, mm? Ah- Do you mind if I invite one Mister Butler, I made his acquaintance earlier due to a curse, he's quite the gentleman, I assure you.
Father Nightroad, Sister Esther, why don't you two come as well?
Basil, help me prepare some light snacks? I just can't contain myself, it's too good a day, though I'm awful disappointed, and I'm not often, that I can't enjoy the sunlight as I did in my early youth. But burns from the sun aren't the best thing for a day, now are they, so, evening it is, mm?
Ah, being a methuselah can only be troubling when it comes picnic time.
[ooc; cursed! ... and boy she'll regret it tomorrow]