Jasper Quinn saw her eyes sparkling, full of sincerity, and knew she genuinely loved these fruits, which made his heart warm.
"What exchange for Beast Skin! Our tribe has plenty! Every year around this time, we pick a large batch, more than we can eat!"
Before he finished speaking, he turned and bounced into the house.
In no time, he came out again, carrying a bulging Beast Skin Bag on his shoulder.
The mouth of the bag was tied tightly with a grass rope, hanging heavily.
He dropped the bag with a thud in front of her, grinning widely.
"Just picked, brought back from the woods this morning, fresh as can be! Take it with you to eat; if it's not enough, I'll pack another bag for you tomorrow, there's plenty!"
Seraphina Caldwell's eyes widened as she stared at the bag in astonishment.
Was that "some"?
The bag was half her height, standing round and full on the ground, with each fruit plump and round.
A rough count, no fewer than 20 of them!
Is this an exchange?
