Wild Berry Meadow One for the Money

as his eyes bore into hers, scylla recognized a challenge rested in between the words the other spoke; an undercover investigation into her character.

perhaps the metaphoric choice of words and general talk of death had caused alarm to the other, she considers wordlessly to herself. but the girl was of nothing sociopathic -- not in truth. any mannerisms she gave off that indicated she was, was simply learnt behaviour; unknowingly immitating the ideals and ways of those who raised her. 

on the matter of her saving him -- it was taught to the girl that sometimes others perished for causes that exceeced their worth as an individual. something honourable and not to be treated with remorse. if indulged, it was a line of thinking that might have left the man to eat the poisonous berries without contrition. and she would have...

but in observing Collision about to take the lethal bite, she found there to be nothing honourable about it. arguing that perhaps he deserved it produced no conclusion other than the one that said he was guilty of being nothing but hungry and stupid.

it is as if the sentiment is confirmed as the girl squints at the lack of logic behind the idea of his question. why risk your life eating something you are unfamiliar with for no apparent reason? she retorts with a roll of her head; a sour stare developing in her eyes as if to ask 'did you not hear what i said before?' perhaps they could have left the matter of eating berries at stick to what you know...

...but it seemed this carnivore was extremely set on eating fruit no matter what she said.

however if you find you can't help yourself, the girl draws out for her own entertainment. in general anything with spurs, spikes or thorns, white yellow or green. do not stick in your mouth.