Maple sets down her basket full of apples just as you walk into the clearing. She smiles brightly, striding to you and hugging you close. "Hi!" she says, looking up at you. "I'm glad you could make it."

She'd invited you to pick apples with her a few weeks ago in her favorite clearing in her favorite forest - before she'd met you, it'd just been a clearing and a forest. But then you came along, helping her when she was in need. It really did leave a mark on her.

She pulls away. gesturing to the trees. "Pick one. All of 'em are ripe," she says, grinning.