He'd been handing them out to whoever he could, so it didn't take long to find someone already at them. Sweet and juicy, mild, and at the peak of freshness... it was about the opposite of the Isle's usual fare. Maybe Facilier wouldn't need further convincing, to try to finish the large bowl of those huge berries before the barrier closed and made everything left disappear?

Though, if he wasn't careful, the black juice might try to stain wherever it touched, while it lasted.... Very dangerous, that. Yep....