[ ah. that question should be easy enough, but instead it's giving her considerable pause. it's hard to think of perfect days when you're always trying to survive the Horrors™️ of everyday life in the City, but she'd be lying if she hadn't thought about it.

her gaze rests on the tower before them, expression solemn as she dredges up the silly sketch from the recesses of her mind, back when she was younger and much more naive. ]

I'd be walking alongside someone in some small port, shrouded in mist and the smell of fish permeating from one stall to another. I could be holding large textbooks in my hands, or even carrying well-maintained weapons.

[ not that her harpoon is nothing but well-maintained. she'd whetted and sharpened it down to a science. ]

Or... maybe I'd just be heading somewhere with my hands full of tasty treats for the day. I don't know. [ she lets out a short, awkward laugh. ] I haven't really thought about things like those in a long time, so you'll have to forgive me if they're too simple for anyone's liking.