Blackbeak Bluff Haggis for Algernon

O’Mally is pleased to hear that the other will be following him. So he starts into an easy trot, eying down some rough shapes off in the distance he mentally marks as the very bushes he needs to get to. “It’s only a little ways off this way.” He hums back. 

About a mile or so. So they go, it really doesn’t take them long at all and soon enough they’re there. O’Mally is lingering closer to the bushes and grabbing the dull blue berries with his teeth. Once grabbing quite a few he shamelessly drops a mouthful of about eight in front of the other. 

Sky blue orbs look to him and he smiles charmingly before he grabs some in his mouth and eats them. Chewing them, swallowing them and looking back at him again. “You’re free to wait a few minutes for me to drop dead if you still think they’re poisoned.” He laughs easily.