An abundant supply of fruits, ripe and lush, fit inside your basket. A gift from Han, who, despite his poverty, or rather lack thereof, has managed to collect the orb of his farmer father's harvest.

“I hope you like them,” the quaint but lower-class boy pronounces, timidly rubbing his lithe tan arm.

“I-if fruits are not to your taste, then I have no qualms about helping my mom bake some berry pies…!” he added nervously