He slid his arm through hers with a smile and a chuckle, happy to follow her towards their homes. One day soon he would remember, and he would think himself silly for his reasonings, but he would've offered regardless.

When she mentions the apples, he lets out a quiet hum. "All rotted? There must be some kind of disease in the soil. I hope it won't affect our own attempts to garden." And hope it didn't start to affect the food chain, either. Food scarcity wasn't something he ever wanted to experience.