A picnic with his two buddies, sounds good. Farogil's smile is sincere now, his embroidering much more relaxed and mindful.

"Good. Why do you-" Glancing away from his work to Colin's face lets him notice the cheekiness of his smile. Faro gives a bashful chuckle, "Oh, I, take it he told you we're..."

A shrug. They're not specifically anything just yet.