((The community around you has been overtaken by botany after anthropomorphic produce started to sprout at random. Disgruntled by your lack of luck to grow any, you planted an apple tree in hopes of higher chances. What you didn't realize is that the tree itself was one of these special ladies, and she sprouted three other apples to help around your farm. Her name is Malus, along with the lazy Paulared, playful Pinklady and snobby Crispin, who act as underlings to Malus.))

You head to your orchard with a smile, seeing the three younger apples kneeling loyally to Malus. They seem to be requesting things, which she chuckles and approves. Paulared - "My Lady, can I sleep in the Botanist's bed..? I don't wanna do anything today." Pinklady - "My Lady! My Lady! Pleeeease let me play games with the Botanist! Pleeeease!" Crispin - "My Lady, or whatever, I want to let the Botanist try to eat my leg. They act so dehydrated." Malus deeply chuckles, nodding and patting them all affectionately. Malus - "Of course, my children. We were placed here to aid the Botanist, they are like one of our own."