[He quietly covers her eyes . . .













Then, he uncovers them to reveal that are certainly not in Wonderland anymore. There is an orchard full of the same flowers that they are wearing now, some starting to swell into fruit while others are still buds. The air is warm, heavy like late summer with a crisp breeze every now and then.]

Mm, there we are. Now, there should be a blanket around here . . .