Elain, holding up a jar of homemade honey: Gwyn, this for you… I-uh-I hope you like it.
Gwyn, large eyes watering & voice cracking: You… you made me food? Elain, *whispers* are you… proposing?!
Elain, blushing furiously: N-no! I just… wanted to share the harvest! I didn’t even make it — the bees did! I just gathered it over the course of a few months (which was only slightly delayed by a few trips to Madja after getting sting)… plus the time prior planting wild indigo to attract the bees & sustain the hive… and then pottery classes with Feyre to make the jar which she then hand-painted for me… and a few training courses with Nesta so I could cut the ribbon to make this bow out of the trimmings… and then I was just waiting for the literal stars to align so your favorite constellations would be more easily visible… but no-it’s super-duper chill!
Nesta, from across the field watching the picnic with the entire inner-circle: Just get married already!
