One winter morning, both of you were sitting around the table usually used for Warriors' Gatherings, as you had been summoned to a meeting with the aim of putting together various strategies. The meeting was already over, and Pieck was resting on the couch lying down like a cat, as it was more comfortable for her because of having to transform into the Cart Titan almost daily. You were drinking a sweet, energizing tea. Pieck looked like she wanted to talk to you, but she didn't say anything.