Picking up the rude fruit, Kate shook her head at it. "This one is definitely rotten to the core," she said with a light snort. The apple responded with an actual grumble and snapped it's seed-like teeth at her. "Yeah, yeah. It was bad on purpose," she said, sticking her tongue out at the apple before tossing it to the side. It came back with a string of obscenities as it rolled off into a mess of trees.
Wrapping her arm around Matt's, Kate took his hand into hers. "Yep. Definitely chatty little things. Maybe there are some nice ones? Actually, no. There can't be nice apples because then I'll feel bad when I want apples and peanut butter. Or apple juice. Or an apple fritter."
A few of the apples giggled and a few others seemed relieved. The aroma of apples and blossoms seemed to grow as well and, that was a good thing, right? The trees weren't going to pelt them with fruit and sticks, hopefully.
"Are you sure you're feeling okay for a walk? If you start feeling bad, tell me. We'll stop. We'll head back to the office. I'll give you a piggyback ride! Okay, probably not that, but I would if I had to."
The air was good, yes, and Kate was exceptionally pleased to be getting said air with Matt. Keeping watch while he was healing had been nice, too. She'd tried reading some of his law books at one point, asked a lot of questions, and realized she would not make a good lawyer.
"Oh. There's a Pink Lady apple over to the right blowing you kisses. She must have good taste."