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Washington and Hamilton taking a summer walk around the estate with a picnic and a basket full of thistles to plant out in appropriate places.

Washington’s opinion of eating on a cloth outside in the sun was very different from his husband’s, he quickly learned. This was something that you did in between battle campaigns - if you were in a hurry and what you had was hard bread and tepid water and you were expected to be somewhere else very quickly.

Hamilton’s idea of sitting on a cloth outside seemed pleasant. washington had required this explanation several times, before his husband had made a noise of disgust and just told him to go to the little plain near the opening of the woods, behind the greenhouse, in several hours.

so washington had arrived. hamilton had acquired a tablecloth and had spread it wide over the space, and on it he had several meats and cheese, and a bottle of wine and washington’s favorite bourbon, and some required utensils.

“my mother and i used to eat outside,” hamilton said, and poured him a glass of bourbon, despite that it was nearly was closer to midday than the evening. “what do you think?”

washington lowered himself slowly to the blanket. he had not sat on the floor in a very long time. nonetheless, he took the bourbon and the plate, on which hamilton had set a selections of meats and cheese.

“very charming,” washington said, and ate some of the selected foods, and drank his bourbon. it was an exceptionally pleasant day, with a soft breeze. hamilton was talking about his newest financial policy he thought washington should set in place.

it was a much better use for sitting on the floor and eating. washington resolved to remove the stale-bread-and-blood memories of this sort of thing and replace them with his husband lit divinely by the afternoon sun.