[Well, at least someone is competent! He rolls the plum back between his palms, deep purple against the kinked yellow fur and dark green of his pawpads. He has to think harder than normal about how to proceed, with the bag and the plum and everything--it's too many items for him at once, but he finally extends the other plum to her as well, palm upturned as though in offering.

An unusually eager one.]

There's more! An entire orchard, actually... but I thought I would save you some labour. Small compensation for entertaining trash, mmmm. But I brought cherries, and peaches, and apples, and figs... no pears or pomegranates, though. Space reasons. Too stupid, too clumsy to get them back in one piece--!

[Odd-shaped, bulky fruits. Also pears discolour so easily.

He would not have been able to gather the cherries at all without... ah, a little help of his own making.]