She absolutely hates strawberries.
Why must someone like a fruit which is so pungent and filled with sourness?
The only time she will even touch a strawberry is if it has sugar sprinkled on it, to calm the strong taste of the strawberry.
Yet her hunter (yes, that's what she calls him in her head) insists on bringing them to her. Perhaps he thinks she likes it, which she doesn't. She likes him, unfortunately.
She learns to understand why they're a perfect metaphor. Everyone needs someone to calm them down.
She wants to be the sugar to Gale's strong strawberry.
Thank you for reading so far!