Grouse Thicket drinking at a playground, tequila for one

The firey femme seemed somewhat hesitant, but he knew he could bend that. The fact that she'd offered him one of her apples, after all, meant that he was getting somewhere. Start with her giving her an apple, and eventually work toward more. He appreciatively crunched into the sweet fruit, taking just one bite to start with. The tangy-ness implied that perhaps it was a bit too soon to get too much off them- but the way she spoke and looked at him also inferred that she'd managed to get more than just a bit of a buzz from the apples. If she was already half in the bag, then the mushrooms would certainly do it. 

"These? Oh, they're better." He said. He grimaced slightly, though "They don't taste nearly as good as apples do- so you kind of want to chase them down with one. But believe me, you think over-ripe apples make you feel good...Wait until you try these," He said. He reached down and carefully plucked a few of them from the earth, shaking some of the dirt out of the little roots that hang like threads, and dropped a couple at his own feet, before he tossed the others over in her direction. "They're not poisonous, I promise," He said, before he picked his up, tilted his head back and gulped them down, chewing quickly to avoid tasting them too much- and quickly thereafter finished the apple she'd thrown his way. He then shook out his shoulders, and sank to the ground into a sphynx-like position, to wait for the effects to hit. He gestured with a coy smile and a brief flick of his muzzle. "You game?" He challenged, voice sultry and low.