Juliet leans over to kiss him, humming against his mouth. She still has a streak of grease across her cheek that she missed in her brief stint in the house, but that's common.

She starts driving; everyone knows about the best spots in the North Valley, but Juliet's been on this island three years. She knows the best spots. Heading out to the cliffs on the east side of the island, she backs the van up carefully, handling it expertly as she backs it up, then parks and grins at him innocently before hopping out.

Opening the back doors, there's a blanket laid out, a few pillows, a cooler of beer, and sandwiches with chips.

"Push the tape in the cassette player," she requests, ready to go with music, too.

Then, she unzips her jumpsuit, stepping out of it, in cotton shorts and a tanktop underneath.