Firestone Hot Springs communication is key

Obviously Casmir wasn't 'just wondering'. Charon lifted an eyebrow in silent question, feeling the itching urge to get to the bottom of the question to sate his own curiosity and prove he was right. However, it was probably something unimportant and silly such as a crush Casmir had on someone Charon didn't even know. Not really worth getting someone's feathers ruffled, and so Charon eventually decided against pressing the matter while they set off towards the berries.

Berries that tasted good were a new thing to Charon. He'd sniffed some before, but had not usually had anyone with him to tell him whether or not they were good. When he was little he'd once eaten berries that had made him vomit, so Charon had been wary since. Casmir chomped these down and called them 'bad-ass', though, so maybe they were good. When Casmir made space for him to draw near Charon sniffed them first, a little wary, then carefully picked a berry off the plant.

The taste was surprisingly good, and Charon nodded in confirmation of their bad-ass-ness. "These're pretty good," he agreed with a cheery smile, and he studiously looked at the way they looked, smelled, and the way the plant they dangled from looked for future purposes.