"Coming right up."

Gwen stuffs her face with the last of her own dipped fruits, to some undignified sounds of eating too much at once, and sets about making a skewer with a mix of apples and strawberries for Helena.

"It's nice, huh? I don't think the Spiderlings would've let me miss it if I'd wanted to, but I had to see Gerry do the whole like, procession thing." The second she heard he was one of the court's dates, she knew she had to watch. "What was your first favourite?"