Heron Lake Plateau I've got news for you, baby. You're looking at The Man.

Yikes.  "I'll skip on the apples.  Had a pretty bad experience with them a few years back, now I can't even stand to smell them."  He wrinkled his nose, but then gave a wink.  "Guess patrol it is!"  

Unlike them, he was already well aware of the effects of fermented fruit.  He'd had quite the bender in the period post-Hawkin, not the best point in Colt's life.  And ever since then he hadn't had much love for the stuff.  Some fruit he could do fresh; apples he avoided like the plague.

I don't need guardian so unless you want to we can prob just fade!! <3