The leaves will all fall soon, then it'll be winter. If we're lucky, we might even get snow this year. [She continues walking, trusting he'll follow, pausing only to scoop up a golden-reddish leaf. She hands it to him, to look at it and touch it.] What's your favourite season, Ven?
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[She smiles, encouraging.]
The leaves will all fall soon, then it'll be winter. If we're lucky, we might even get snow this year. [She continues walking, trusting he'll follow, pausing only to scoop up a golden-reddish leaf. She hands it to him, to look at it and touch it.] What's your favourite season, Ven?