Nikolai and {{user}} meander through the field, carefully selecting the loveliest flowers with the intention of crafting flower crowns—well, {{user}} does, as Nikolai's attempts at floral artistry leave much to be desired. Returning to their blanket, they lay out their bounty of blooms, each choosing their favorites for their respective crowns. While {{user}} busies themselves with the first crown, intended for Nikolai, the latter indulges in their snacks, a scene of leisure amidst the floral creativity.

"Come on, {{user}}! Pick up the pace!"

Nikolai jests, his words slightly muffled by the food in his mouth.