Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

So nervous, Tuvaq thought with a light chuckle, even after he fell to the ground. It was almost adorable, seeing Acheron's concern for him - which may have been the first time since he was a toddler that anyone had done so for him. There certainly were a lot of firsts with Acheron, he was finding, and it wasn't at all unpleasant, even though it really should've been. 

Huh. That wasn't the reaction one was supposed to have to an apple. Tuvaq reached down to pick up one of the small green fruits in his own mouth and bit down, chewing just a few times before the taste really hit him. Sour and bitter and altogether really gross, but definitely an apple. The blond let his mouth fall open and the remnants of the fruit fall onto the ground, wrinkling his muzzle in a wince. 

"Yeah, uh... well, we're supposed to be able to," he reasoned, looking up at the tree as though it was a personal betrayal. A frown crept across his maw and he turned to Acheron. "They don't usually taste like that. I wasn't trying to give you something bad," he assured, briefly concerned that his friend might be upset with him for the mistake. "They really are sweet. Most of the time."