She pulled a piece of dried pineapple out of the backpack. They had proven to be her favorite. She sucked on the leathery fruit while staring silently towards the river. She had quickly gotten used to her new body, as, she suspected, had Silver Sky. Sure, it had it its occasional unpleasantness, but overall, she thought, the pros outweighed the cons.
Perhaps that’s what worried her most. She knew Silver Sky enjoyed his new body. Would he want to go back to Timothy if it meant returning to his old form? She was even having doubts about herself. Why had Joe decided to stay human? What would he say when they got there?
Seeking to lighten the mood, she dug a prune out of the bag. “Try it,” she prodded Silver Sky.
Silver Sky looked at the wrinkled fruit with suspicion. “Don’t wanna,” he replied. “It looks gross and old,” he added.
Rebecca giggled. “Come on, just taste it, silly.”
Silver Sky glared at the prune like it was going to attack him. So far he had been perfectly content with the grasses and plants that were available along their trek. Rebecca seemed to really enjoy these shriveled up chewy things, though. He had to admit, it did seem tempting.
“Okay, but only a little,” he said, hesitantly.
Scrunching up his eyes, he opened his mouth. Rebecca chose not to go for the “a little” idea and dropped the entire prune on Silver Sky’s tongue.
Without chewing, he just sat there a moment with a horrified look on his face. “It’s squishy,” he stated simply.
Rebecca started to giggle, which frustrated Silver Sky who defiantly chewed the dried fruit. While he wanted to mad, he was finding the taste not altogether unpleasant. In fact, it had a sweetness that the grasses didn’t have. He didn’t want to admit it, but it was good.