Over Ursula's shoulder was a small backpack. Something wrapped in a towel pressed in the crook of Rowan's arm.
"You sure this is gunna work?"
Rowan snapped, "It better or Jeremy's gonna get five" as she clenched her fist.
Thirty or so minutes later, the pair reached a clearing. Bounding the space were squat shrubs resembling octopuses adorned with red #pods. 1/x
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