Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

Tuvaq bit into his own apple despite having watched Acheron's reaction. But it seemed his own fruit was just as bad. He spit it out, his face wrinkling much like he imagined his own had. 

Acheron followed his gaze up to the tree, wondering if maybe this was just another kind but deciding it didn't matter much. So when Tuvaq apologized, he frowned and shook his head. I know you didn't, he assured him. It's not your fault they taste bad, he offered, a small smile curving his lips. Then he trotted over and plopped down in his friend's space, rolling over onto his side and peering up at Tuvaq as a soft sigh lifted the side of his chest. I'm sure there are other things to eat for breakfast, he said, but he didn't look as though he was in much of a hurry. The taste still lingered in his mouth, and he was happy just to spend time with Tuvaq, regardless of what they were doing.