"They were...something. I would have liked something a little bigger, maybe a bit nicer." She's still teasing, but she loved that dumb cart. "You know, I still had it when I left home. It's in my mother's shed."

As if she'd get rid of anything he ever gave her.

Which... makes her reach her hand up to check on the bow she's worn for the last seven years. It's become a bit of her security blanket, a connection to this man who is saying sweet things that hurt.

"Do you remember the letter I gave you the last time we were together? Just those tiny wishes."