[There was a time when Muffet would have thought that she wasn't that kind of person either, but then Mettaton told a lie and made an offer. It doesn't matter to her whether or not she succeeded- she'll always know that she would have done it, and that's the kind of knowledge that can't be taken back.]

[So she doesn't assume that anyone is beyond killing, these days. You never know what your limit is until you hit it.]

[But whatever their limits are, they have an agreement now to mark them clearly, and she'd much rather talk about food any day. She smiles sweetly and, with a nod at Guzma's gesture, hops down from the roof. A line of magic is more than enough to slow her fall safely for such a small height, and it dissipates as she lands neatly on her feet.]

A Bluk berry, you say? Funnily enough, where I come from these are called blackberries. Not a terribly creative name, considering the color, but I can't fault them for accuracy.

As for why I want to know...

[She pops one of the berries into her mouth, smiling impishly.]

Are you saying you don't want to help me taste test these?

If I'm going to offer to share what I'm growing, I need to know if you'll all like it, don't I? I'm hardly going to, say, serve poor Ariados a meal she can't eat, that would be terribly rude of me.