a place probably with a tree nearby

[RIGHT]

She shrugged. "I hate days off."

"Why?"

"Nothing to do."

"You lack creativity."

"In all honesty," she said, looking up at him. "I feel like setting something on fire."

Boris raised his eyebrows. "What exactly?"

"I don't know! Just, something -- something that would actually burn down into... Maybe a dead rat."

"You want to set fire to a dead rat?"

"Yes."

Boris nodded. "Let's go into the attic, come on!"

"We have rats?"

"Who knows?" Boris asked with a big shrug. "If not, we'll go on a trail in a forest and just accio a rat."

"We'd better not..." she said malignly.

[and yes we're omitting that
jesus toast louise isn't born for like two more years.
one.]

It was a nice sunny day-slightly cold, and Boris was outside not raking, no, but charming leaves away. He then realized something. "Hey, Olivia!" he yelled.

Which, suddenly in an alternate timeline, Olivia was sitting on the couch reading some mystery novel involving a stolen pig. So, of course, she didn't hear him.

(Um... Lord Of The Flies?)

[let's go with that.]

"OLIVIA!" he yelled from outside. The window WAS open, after all.

"WHAT!?" the voice returned.

"DO YOU WANNA MOVE!?"

"SURE!!"

"WHERE TO?!" he replied.

"I DON'T KNOW! YOU SUGGESTED IT!"

"LET'S MOVE TO" The words were muffled.