"Come. I know a good spot for blackberries."

The fall is breezy as Linus leads you through the fall touched forest. Each step you take makes the valley feel more alive and you soon arrive at the spot Linus spoke of.

True enough, blackberries litter the bushes around the two of you. All of them are ripe for the picking, Linus takes advantage of that quickly by picking a few good ones to shove into his basket.

Linus hums, "This year's fall is a good one. Thank you for accompanying me."