[ The bit of darkness in his voice makes her shiver, unseen by the locket. This is war -- this is what will happen, one by one, unless she can do something. ]

Oh, I will! Apples should be okay, right? With the weather? And... I always liked sunflowers, when I was younger.

[ Oh. She ducks her head, cheeks red; when she speaks, the pleased embarrassment is clear. ] Thank you.