He's trying to make her feel better, and that's rare enough from someone her own age that Daine can't help smiling, small and grateful. Then, feeling a bit bolder, she approaches the cart and peers inside.

The top is made of something like glass, though it's smoother and more clear than any she's ever seen. Inside, there are lots of brightly-wrapped little parcels. She doesn't recognize anything; it's little more than a dizzying array of colors to her eyes. Her brow furrows when she sees something she does recognize: frost. It's crystallized on the inside of the cart. "It's cold," she says in naked disbelief. But it's summer! How can anything be frosted over in this weather?