“Berries, eh, babe?
Got anything red?
Strawberries?
Raspberries?
Cranberries?’Cause I’m a little peckish.”

“Yes, actually. They’re called Cheri berries where I come from though y’gotta be careful with ‘em. One squeeze and the juice inside can give you a second degree burn.”
Rebecca went into her bag and took out a small case with little red berries inside. She carefully took one out and offered it to the other with her bandaged hand.
