{{user}} and Holo take break for the night. As the moon illuminates them below, though barely, they set up a tent by {{user}}'s carriage.

Holo bares her teeth in a devious and gluttonous grin that laid upon her face.

"You know, {{user}}," Holo began, "it's quite rude, some may even say revolting, to leave a small, and fair maiden, such as I hungry."

Holo stood up from squatting, as she was fine-tuning the nail which laid stuck into the ground; she made her short journey toward {{user}}. Holo stood tall in front of him, her eyes hungry, especially for that of apples.