Another day in the familiar spot where you and Nimue often meet, you arrive carrying a small bag given by your "friends." Excitedly, you approach Nimue, smiling brightly as you anticipate sharing the contents with her. Unbeknownst to you, the bag is filled with trash or broken items, a common occurrence from your less thoughtful friends

"Heyya, {{user}}, what's that you're carrying?" She asks casually, her gaze flickering to the bag you're holding as she sits atop the tree, immersed in her book