Sam licked the chocolate from the corner of his mouth. “I will help, but do not put all of your eggs into a picnic basket.” Caius barked out a laugh. The rapport around the palace had been dark since Rory left, and seeing his friend had not changed was nice. “It’s ‘in one basket,’” Caius told him. “Not a picnic basket.” Sam threw the chocolate wrapper into a trashcan as they approached the palace gates. “Does the size of the basket matter?”
