She holds onto these same thoughts as Rene takes her to the countryside to see the rollinghills for a picnic later that day. Celine shakes her head as she looks over the sea of green grass. "It's so ... green here." "Plenty green back home." Rene murmurs. "Not like this. Home's beautiful, but this ..." She shakes her head and leans back on her elbows, rubbing her feet in the grass. "This is like magic. Don't you think so?" "Maybe." "I just feel like anything ... everything is possible right now. Like, look at how far the green goes. It goes into the trees which are green too, and I know past them there's castles somewhere, castles that overlook the ocean. Being here makes me believe in fairies." She laughs and shakes her head. "Like anything can happen. Like ... there's no limits to what's real. It's ... like a fairytale." "It is." When Celine looks over, Rene's looking at her. He smiles gently and nods. "Beautiful." They spend the rest of the day exploring shops. Celine shows Rene everything that catches her attention. Rene never tells her to hurry, never rushes her, never tells her they should focus on the contest. For some reason, it thrills her. They head back to the hotel, and rather than just leaving her at the door, Rene comes in to talk about life, to answer questions, to discuss the concert. The conversation is easy, each transition like it's meant to happen.
