Still 'April showers bring May flowers,' as they old adage went, true to form as buds on the plant life and trees were finally making themselves known and blossoming forth.

Illya Kuryakin didn't always fare well during this part of the Spring season with his mild allergies; the tree pollen was wreaking havoc with the Russian at the moment and his partner tried having pity on him.

They both were scheduled off for the weekend, barring any unforeseen catastrophe or dastardly plot that arose, and Solo offered to get Illya out of New York to see if that would help his condition.

"Why would leaving the city with it's minimum of trees and foliage help my seasonal allergies?"

"Well there's all that exhaust from cars, smoke and soot from chimneys; there's plenty of pollen from the trees on our street, not to mention what's blowing in the air from the flowers and trees in Central Park. T'is the season after all."

Illya tilted his head, finding Napoleon's logic sensible for once.

"What exactly did you have in mind?