Redhawk Caldera Come drink the blood of apples

Fox shrugged, glad she hadn't eaten any of the apples. She didn't know if they were poisonous, but apparently Peregrine didn't know that they weren't. They might all die, or they might all live forever. She'd rather not commit suicide, so she opted out of this particular feast. They did smell rather tasty, but she was far less likely to eat something she'd never eaten before (than, say, her children). Not that she was going to tell anybody to stop eating apples.

The apple that Peregrine threw at her hit her smack-dab in the cheek, but she took it like a champ, doing nothing more than shaking it off and directing a playful snarl at him. "You're a dingleberry!" she yelled back, picking up a rather rotten apple and lobbing it at Trick. If it landed, it would surely make a mess.