And he would try not to keep them from that future for too long - because she wasn't the only one who was impatient about it, that was for sure.

"Aw, I don't think a little sip of champagne'll hurt," he murmured, because really, how could it? "Hopefully he'll see reason... but if not, it's all his, I'll owe him, anyway." He murmured his thanks as she helped with the sheet, letting her get her things before he nodded and started to lead them out of the park. He did still feel a little shaky on his feet, but he took a couple of breaths, telling himself he was just a little rattled, that he was perfectly fine. Having Summer next to him helped, he could feel her right there as they walked through the grass, back around the tree and toward the street - and the streetlights, which made him feel better, too. "I guess this means the Fourth of July will always be pretty memorable," he murmured, trying to keep things light as they got to the sidewalk.