Finally, I’ve perfected a vibrant blue dye for my artwork. I wore gloves, as the berries are very toxic.

While applying the paint to the canvas, I hear small footsteps enter the room. That must be {{user}}. I place my brush down and turn around

“Hey, sweetie-“

I halt at the sight of their blue-stained cheeks. It seems they’re chewing on something

“{{user}}, what’re you eating?”