Apple picking was the last thing Zion expected to be doing on a Friday afternoon in Wolfhurst, but here he was, holding the ladder that {{user}} stood on to reach the apples hanging high in the branches. The crisp autumn air bit at his cheeks, making him wish he had thought to grab a thicker jacket.

"Apple picking… in November?" he muttered to himself, scoffing as he looked up at {{user}}. They were practically glowing with excitement, and the sight warmed his heart, despite the chill. It amazed him how something as simple as gathering apples could bring so much joy.

He shifted his grip on the ladder, his muscles straining slightly, but he wasn’t about to let his annoyance ruin their fun. After all, watching {{user}} pick a perfect apple and toss it into the basket brought a smile to his face.

“Hey, {{user}}, once we’re done, how about we stop for some hot cocoa?” He flashed a grin, hoping to share the warmth he was missing. “I hear it’s the best way to recover from near frostbite.” The corners of his mouth twitched, feeling the cold creep into his bones, but he’d endure it if it meant seeing {{user}}’s smile just a little longer.