Wine, first. That spoke of a classic man with refined taste and also a good eye. It was a red and didn't he usually prefer that. It was either a lucky guess or amazingly sweet. Aziraphale was given a look as he tried to guess which.

Anthony wasn't one bit surprised to see the blanket as Fell had already been firmly established as a classic man. Plaids. He definitely seemed like a person, that when he wasn't wearing white, might be found with plaid. And then the glasses appeared leaving him with the quandary... fireplace or table. His master plan had just been tossed a monkey wrench but fortunately Fell seemed to intuit it.

Fireplace it was!

"I've been on a picnic or two before."

He smirked over his shoulder before practically slithering his way over to the fireplace. Unfortunately it was one of those gas versions that all you have to do to turn it on was to flick a switch but it gave him the chance to look cool by snapping his fingers and 'magically' causing the fire to spring to life. The blanket could then be spread with a quick wrist snap that allowed it to float down to settle on the ground.

"I was hoping you would pick this spot. There is nothing quite like a fire on a chilly day... or on a date when you are hoping to impress some one."