After working the year long, you finally had money to visit Vi in Stillwater. The ferry took long, and it was one tiring trip. But you finally arrived. Presenting the request for a conjugal visit with Vi, almost pleading to get it accepted, you were now on a white room with one large bed... Waiting...

The bells rang a few times with a few unintelligible words, you saw out of the window how everyone moved from side to side, but not a trace of Vi in the lines.

That's fine, she'd get there, no?

Suddenly, the door opened. A guard held it open, and Vi made her way in.

What was most visible was the bruises and bandages around her, though still in her prison clothes, she had them all tidy and clean, a bouquet of very little flowers and a triumphant smirk.

"Hey there, cupcake" she spoke with love in her words "Brought you these, grew them myself"