[Love interest Liquid finds a tan blanket on the grass.]

[In the interim since escaping the harem, he has acquired desert camo fatigue pants, and somehow found his gun again. Father gave it to him. He is not letting it go.]

[He lies down on the blanket with a sigh and stares up at the stars.]

Nice weather, nice music, no crazed Russians with their sights set on my crotch. Not bad, all considering.