His cousin was given a look. One of those thousand yard stares that said he very much was intruding, thank you, but nothing more would be said against it. Instead the picnic basket was slung over his shoulder like some kind of hip backpack and Anthony lead the way back to the closed off building.

"This way people."

Normally the Stone Mill was off the tour guides. It was used for special occasions, weddings and such, but the place was entirely deserted today. Anthony pulled one of the keys off his key-chain and unlocked the door so his two guests could enter. It was much warmer inside with the thick stone walls cutting the wind.

"Table by the window work for you?"