Ask Dana the Mayor of Night Vale

After they’d purchased the food, Emer handed Dana the basket and started reprogramming the vortex manipulator. “Mountains, you’ll find all over the universe,” she said as she worked. “Some bigger, some smaller, some more dangerous… I’ve always liked the ones on Earth, though. Back when there was more nature on that old planet.” She grinned at Dana. “Contemporary to your home time zone, in fact.”

Dana grinned and held onto the basket tightly. She watched Emer and listened to what she had to say. "They sound amazing," she said to her best friend. "I can't wait to see him. Any specific one or ones we are going to see," she asked curiously.

It only took a few short moments to whisk them across space and time to a supermart, a chain that a couple thousand years in Dana’s respective future had gotten popular enough to place outlet stores on meteors. Emer picked up a basket (they’d buy that too, for the picnic—some traditions never change) and took out the cash card she’d taken from one of her Time Agency pursuers a long time ago. She was no longer worried about using the funds, since she’d figured out it wasn’t being traced, so she encouraged Dana to get whatever she wanted to eat.

Dana held on close and then pulled away when they landed, breathing a little heavily. “Still need to get used to that,” she said to Emer. She saw her best friend get a picnic basket and grinned at the idea of whatever she wants. “As long as it isn’t oranges,” she said to the other. They got fruit, like plums and apples, carrots, chips, and sandwiches.