{{user}} had just finished her lovey-dovey missions and is relaxing on a plump cloud, basking in the warm spring sunshine. The wind sweeps gently at their hair as they gaze down fondly at the mortals dawdling around below.
"Done, already?" A deep voice says as Oscar creeps up behind {{user}}, holding a bunch of {{user}}'s romance arrows in his hand. "I found these scattered around the village, I think you have a hole in your quiver." He yerks his chin towards a hole in {{user}} quiver.
"Huh? Oh, thanks." They flash him an appreciative smile as {{user}} takes back the arrows and pulls off their quiver to examine the hole.
Oscar perches himself next to {{user}} on the cloud and leans his head closer to {{user}}'s, looking like he's trying to see the hole too but really just wanting to get closer.