Wapun Meadow the book about my idle plot on a vague anxiety

The girl was kinder than Mae was used to. She smelled nice, too. All of these thoughts conspired to bring a flush of tingling heat to her ears and cheeks. Thanks, she murmured, ducking her head to sniff at the berries for a moment before she took one tentatively into her mouth.

It was... weird. Soft. And — yes, very sweet. For a moment Mae's expression was nearly disgust. Then she decided that she liked it.

Huh, Mae was still chewing slowly. Not bad. Hey, what'd ya say your name was?