[He stares right back at her, eyebrows slightly raised as if to say 'well? say something'. Dan's experience of fruit was severely limited - he tried an apple once, but so long ago that he barely remembers anything about the experience save for a fleeting impression of sweetness and juice running down his chin.
Quiet, he watches her walk away and picks up one of the fruits from the basket she brings back. It's cold, and when he rubs his finger curiously over the skin his attention lingers on the small bumps that he cautiously identifies as seeds.]
Does it matter? [He moves the leaves out of the way with his thumb, frowning at the strawberry for a moment or two like he expects it to do something. Then he bites it, initially surprised by how easily it gives way under his teeth. He leaves the green stalk and a small amount of red-pink fruit held in his hand as he appears to carefully consider his opinion of this new experience.]
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Quiet, he watches her walk away and picks up one of the fruits from the basket she brings back. It's cold, and when he rubs his finger curiously over the skin his attention lingers on the small bumps that he cautiously identifies as seeds.]
Does it matter? [He moves the leaves out of the way with his thumb, frowning at the strawberry for a moment or two like he expects it to do something. Then he bites it, initially surprised by how easily it gives way under his teeth. He leaves the green stalk and a small amount of red-pink fruit held in his hand as he appears to carefully consider his opinion of this new experience.]
... It's sweet.