At the banks of the river sits a weaver girl by the name of Juinlift, weaving wooden baskets. A picture-perfect scene is soon pinned to the canvas, although true perfection would be painting such a beauty at home … or so thinks Stiwa, the painter from the nearby city. After half a year of so-called courtship, she sure should invite her over already. Anyway, the house is in order, basically ready for her to move in.