...I swear we shall be meeting like this for the foreseen future.

[Come for a visit, find the guy sleeping under a tree. Mira puts her hands on her hips, shaking her head at the sight. But alas, she cannot find herself to flick him as a wake up call. Instead, she sets the shears further away in a safe position and sits down right next to him.]

I did not realize you enjoyed sleeping when there is a chill. Would you not prefer somewhere warmer?

[Could he hear her? Maybe he really is fast asleep...]