He grinned when she opened the box. The strawberries were fresh and ripe - the last things he'd picked before leaving, packed carefully into their box- and he nodded. He made a gesture towards her, encouraging her to try one.

Strawberries were one of his favorite crops. And not every plant managed to make it through. This was the best of his batch for the year, the most beautiful, the most perfect. The less-ripe ones, the ones that weren't as beautiful, he'd turned into a mash kept safe in a jar, for the coming year. It was just as good as what Rey had in her hands, but not as beautiful.

He sat up a little, then reached out and took one of the berries. He tilted his hands to show Rey how to remove the stem, then offered her the berry itself.