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[danzan]

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[onerous]

Porridge? [She can't say she's ever really had it before and she shakes her head slowly. SHe's heard of it though and she looks thoughtfully at the tomatoes]

Maybe we should try getting berries too? Something to make it sweet.

[...She prefers sweet things, okay, so sue her. This month is being killer on her sweet tooth.]

[danzan]

Yeah? You wanna go into the woods?

[ They've got all the tomatoes now, so Logan lifts the basket up in one arm, balancing it against his head and shoulder as he gets to his feet. ]

The blueberries out there're killer.

[ Pause. ] Not... literally.

[onerous]

I'm not afraid of the woods. [She apsues and remembers the mushrooms] Though, perhaps staying away from the mushroom areas would be... wise.

[She straightens up as well, giving him a look at the blueberry comment.]

Not as far as we know. [It's a joke, but also... Still, Yuri laughs a little.] Blueberries sound good though. I can't remember the last time I had fresh berries or anything like that.

[danzan]

What, seriously? [ The way he sounds is halfway towards horrified, but this is joking, too. Light. It feels nice to be able to joke around with someone again. ] All right. Yeah, we're definitely going for blueberries now.

They're really sweet out there. I ended up making some wine out of them.

[onerous]

You can make wine out of blueberries?

[She's learning all sorts of thing stoday, apparently.] I thought you could only make it out of grapes...?

[danzan]

You can make wine outta most fruits, Yuri. [ He says this patiently.

Going to where a huge metal cauldron-pot thing is, Logan sets the basket of tomatoes there for Diarmuid to find later. ] My favourite kind's peach.