It was one of Robin's standard gifts for the women he was seeing. A handful of strawberries on a hot summer's day was often rewarded by berry-flavored kisses, and the fruit was usually in abundant supply around Locksley.
Usually... that was, except when he tried to find some for Marian. It seemed that, whenever he was of a mind to try to take some to her, either the animals had gotten to them first, or the crop was withered from the heat. Implausible as it seemed, the fact never changed.
As he got older, he realized that, just maybe, that was all right. She deserved better than his standard gifts, and it admittedly made him be more creative about what he would give her, instead.
And, as she pressed closer to him, deepening the kiss, he noted to himself that she tasted far better than strawberries, anyway.