Réjean stands, slings his shoes (knotted together at the laces) over his shoulder, bows with only a little flourish and then makes his way off into the night.

Exactly three days later, he can be found still without shoes, although this is more aesthetics than soggy feet, sitting on the rock she threw him out on. He's brought along a wicker basket, some general nibbly things, mimosa supplies, and a pair of tiny, paper umbrellas.