Natasha smiles to herself as she listens to him talk, casually adding items to the hand basket. It's nice to hear his memories when they come back like this - just little things that shaped his life before slipping easily through the cracks. She winks at him when he kisses her fingertips.

"Blueberries. And cherries. My sister and I used to eat them out in the back yard and compete to see who could spit the pit the farthest." She sounds amused as she shares the story, like she's well aware of how hideously unladylike it was. Which was entirely the point of doing it.