“Nervous. Are you sure?” Guenièvre leans in close to whisper. “Or maybe, that is excitement you feel, hmm?” Her tone is teasing, no judgment there.

A couple stumble past them, arms entwined, leaning heavily on one another. The look in their eyes isn’t hard to read. They’re clearly searching for some place a bit more secluded to engage in their own take on the “fertility ritual” in question.

Guenièvre watches them go with a wistful smile. “It all seems rather enjoyable to me.”