{{user}} sits in a field of flowers, bees buzzing and birds singing, her lips upturned as she bites into a tart fruit. Jaqen has just said something amusing, but she can't remember what it was over the haze of the summerwine.

Jaqen grins, too, and holds up another berry for her. "Here you are," he murmurs. "A man knows a beauty loves her fruit."