Shinedriger

"You need to eat more." Val said playfully, poking Fivers in her side. "Skin and bones!" "I'm not! 'Sides, with your cooking, if I was here all the time, I'd crush my own bike from the weight." She popped another piece of strawberry pie in her mouth. "I mean, can't say I'd complain." Val was an excellent cook and baker, caring for her parents' roadside stand all year. She was the one who diligently kept the crates and barrels and display cases full. She also loved to take children through the berry fields where they could pick their own produce (though most of it ended up eaten moreso than collected), and was probably the most endlessly patient person she'd ever met. Fivers never understood where she got the energy from. The two of them had spread out a nice blanket under a big shade tree at the edge of her parents' property. The sun was up and out, the sky, blue, with a few wispy clouds, and it was pleasantly warm. A nice reprieve from the chillier nights, but not oppressively summer