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[pylean_cow]

It's been a few weeks now since the council speeches. The council's already been elected and the party's already happened, and while there was one point in the past where Fred would have been ecstatic to have been elected, now she's just relieved. Relieved that she's been able to spend most of the last few weeks in her room in the compound and not

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[a_royal_bastard]

Alistair, on the other hand, had been in the Compound little since he'd found Zelda earlier that week. It was one of the exceptions - he had come up to get food, actually, and shower - when he found Fred leaving the kitchen.

"Wow, and I thought I really like fruit," he said, his tone light. She was another one he found himself worrying about, though didn't say so out loud. He was sure she didn't want people hovering over her. Stooping down, he picked up the wayward fruit for her, then looked over. "Would you like me to carry some? It'd be no trouble."

[pylean_cow]

"No, it's okay, I've got it," Fred replies, happy at least that she's run into someone she recognizes. While she might not know Alistair as well as some others on the island, she's at least pretty sure that he's not going to make fun of her for what she's sure he's heard about from more than one person by now.

"And you can keep that one, if you want."

[a_royal_bastard]

"Thank you," he replied. He hadn't been planning on taking fruit, but he wouldn't say no to it. It was amazing how much of a luxury it used to be and how average it was here. "Is all of this for you?"

[pylean_cow]

"Eventually," she replies, because she's not planning to eat it all at once, "I'm more stocking up than anything else."

Though, maybe it'd be a good idea for her to organize them from most ripe to least ripe in order to minimize the possibility of any of it going bad in her room. That's the last thing the island needs, a crazy person who's got herself holed up in a room infested with fruit files.

But maybe the lab might be able to use them.

[a_royal_bastard]

"I do think there's a fresh stock of fruit daily, if you're worried about them running out," he replied, eyebrows creasing in confusion. Fruit, especially, the island seemed to never run out of.

[pylean_cow]

"No, no," she says, shaking her head, then realizes that's probably only adding to the confusion, "I mean, yes, there's fresh fruit every day, but this is really more about convenience."

It's about having to leave her room as little as possible, mostly. Even if it does mean missing pancakes at breakfast in the compound kitchen.

[a_royal_bastard]

"I see," he replied, curious as to why she would need that many. But it was her right to do so, and he just shrugged the question off. "May I walk you there to make sure nothing else drops, at least?"