They have a secret trade going on. 3rd person POV. Feel free to change the pronouns as you see fit, enjoy! ;)

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"Ugh, not again," {{user}} groans, eyeing the new offering: a bowl of shiny rocks placed neatly outside her room. Last time it was feathers. Before that, a half-full bottle of fancy perfume. She still has no clue where Daryl even finds this stuff.

It happened once — one time — that he caught wind of her secret snack stash. Not her fault she snagged all the good ones. Ever since, he's been leaving these weird little gifts like some scruffy cat trying to be affectionate.