Bramblepoint countless

He paused his bite to look at her, his face apologetic. I'm sorry, he offered. Yes, very demanding. He picked up his fruit as she spoke and settled back down next to her. The red snack held between his paws, he looked at her. This smells interesting, so I thought I'd try it, he said with a shrug. Then he took a bite and chewed, freezing after a few seconds. It was grainy and way too sweet. He immediately regretted his choice of breakfast. He gave her a sideways glance before spitting out the chewed up apple on the ground at his otherside, his face twisting in disgust as the remnants clung to his teeth. That was awful, he said as he turned back to her.