What you could really go for is a pizza, something greasy with lots of melted, stretchy cheese adorned with protien that has less than five legs and deliberately missing any of the fungi family but another look around is devoid of any neon pizza signs. Berries may not disrupt your delicate palette so you pull a single black* berries from the branch and pop it in your mouth. Sweet juice burst from the ripe fruit and coats your tongue while you masticate the delicate flesh. It tastes delicious and your can still feel your tongue. there is no desire to expell the recently consumed water so you eat several more. Soon you've eaten the entire branch. With carefull searching int eh lack of the light you find more on the bush and manage to clean it off just as the sun heralds day break.

It's probably the first time in your life you've ever spent all night gathering and eating food and were still hungry in the morning but your belly growls a demand for more of the sweet berries. Not even bothering to dust the dirt and leaves from your pants you begin your search for another bush. You come across a few more as the mornign progresses but none have the amount your stomach desires. The trees break as you find another bush. You pluck a large handful from it before you realize you are no longer alone. You can feel the eyes watching you and turn to face this intruder on you gluttonus consumption of fruit.

There is a tall, green man watching you intently. His teal mohawk waves and floppy ears wave ever so slightly in the early morning breeze. His brown eyes are watching you closely, his brow furrowed in confusion. He has a tight grip on his wooden staff and you're not sure if it's a weapon of just helping him stay upright. His mouth frowns around the two yellow tusks. After a moment of this stare down he yells something to you but you don't understand. Do you...


Give him a silent wave

Ignore him and continue stripping this bush of berries