Bramblepoint of the end of the world,

He gave a slight smile in a 'thanks' for her confidence in his skills— he sure as hell didn't. Regardless, he'd finish his stack of berries in a singular gulp, the paint of the juice sprawling over his lips.

Somewhere out in, uh...Risin' sun valley. He answered, intent on keeping it vague— his cards were still close to his chest, as he had still just met her.

Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe from any berry bushes, he added. I hear the Bearclaws have a strict ‘no sharing’ policy when it comes to snacks. His laughter mingled with hers, the camaraderie already starting to form.