For all of Arthur's aspirations to a higher class, he's never really gotten in the habit of midafternoon society gatherings like this. It's beautiful to see, the bright healthy grass green contrasted against the impeccably white tablecloths swaying at the edges in the breeze. Arthur would have to be stone-hearted not to enjoy the sight.

Slinging his jacket over his shoulder, he walks out to take it all in, picking up a glass of iced tea as he goes.