"Woo! Apple time, fuckin' apple time! Maple! Let's roll!"

The faerie dog didn't need to be told twice. Already drooling a sweet honey, she was moving along with Denji to follow the trail of the tree. And oh, what a sweet, sweet bounty it was.

Some apples were a mottled red and gold. Some were simply gold. But each was crisp, sweet, and juicy, filled with motes of nostalgia and the first warm bite of a good meal on a sunny day. Denji was already climbing a tree to grab a couple.

"Shit, I've never had a gold apple before... lemme try some."