Fruit works. [ She peers over to the fruit growing nearby, starting to move towards it slowly so as not to startle the bird things. ] Here's hoping it's not gone mad like everything else, yeah?
[ Once upon a time, she would have thought: how could fruit go mad? But that was before she was pulled into the quarantine.
She makes it over to the tree that looks like a cross between a pear and an apple, and plucks a couple of the fruit within reach. ]
Here, catch! [ She tosses the fruit one at a time to the American, hoping he's good at baseball or something and will be able to catch them. ]
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[ Once upon a time, she would have thought: how could fruit go mad? But that was before she was pulled into the quarantine.
She makes it over to the tree that looks like a cross between a pear and an apple, and plucks a couple of the fruit within reach. ]
Here, catch! [ She tosses the fruit one at a time to the American, hoping he's good at baseball or something and will be able to catch them. ]