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[ Allison is standing in the middle of the orchard when she clicks on her phone, an odd-looking fruit in her hand. She thinks it's supposed to be something like an apple-peach-mango hybrid but she's not really sure. Which is part of why she's broadcasting: ]

Is everything in here edible? I really don't want to end up accidentally poisoning myself, but I also really want some fresh fruit. Considering this place has apparently brought in all sorts of crazy things, I wouldn't put a poisoned orchard past the people in power. [ She turns it over in her hand again and then finally shifts her attention to her phone. ] Also, I stumbled across a signed football back when everyone seemed to be getting things-- [ and thank god she didn't get something gory and awful ] --but I have no idea whose it is. It's definitely not mine. [ If she's going to support any sport, it's lacrosse, not football. ] I'm hoping someone here might either know who it belongs to or be able to stake claim on it.

[ She ends the feed with a pretty friendly smile, her attention shifting back to the fruit as she hits the end button. ]

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[ Arya's face is solemn and guarded. Her demeanor isn't exactly suitable for someone her age, but that's always how she acts around strangers. Trust doesn't come naturally to her. ]

It shouldn't kill you. The gods here never like to do anything quick.

[ She says, with a hint of venom in her voice. ]

[ Allison's eyebrows furrow somewhat. ] That's not supposed to be comforting, is it? [ Although she's glad to know the fruit is safe. ]

[ Arya snorts. ]

Did you want me to lie to you? I can do that easily.

No, of course not. [ The truth is way more preferable; Allison hates being lied to. ] I guess I just didn't really know how to respond to that. Saying something like, "Oh, good!" didn't really seem like the right thing to say.