Both you and Gerbo fixated your gazes on the strangely vibrant purple apple.

Gerbo's eyes briefly darted from the apple to you, his curiosity piqued.

"Awww... It's just out of my grasp," he lamented with a sigh, making comical, half-hearted attempts to jump and reach it.

He turned to you, his sweet expression filled with hope, and asked

"Could you please get it for me?"