Fruits Basket Ayame Novels & Stories

“Be happy I’m not throwing up on you.” “I came prepared.” I looked up as Amelia moved a basket closer to us. There were throw-up bags, muffins, granola bars, water, blue and purple gatorade, and a variety of crackers.

Instead, my eyes landed directly on the large wooden table in the center of the living room. Sitting right there was a silly mountain of fresh berries, sliced melons, and rare honeyed plums—every single one of them my favorite childhood fruits. The basket was huge, wrapped in a simple white silk ribbon without a single card or name attached to it. But the scent of rain and old ash was faintly clinging to the wicker. It was an anonymous order from the royal kitchen, a weak, silent peace offering from a king who didn't know how to use his words.

Her medical intuition wanting to examine it more but her stomach thought differently, prompting her to bite into the cucumber and eat. “mhmm, this is so good” she confessed. “I know right” Joshua agreed. “there are watermelons too, and garden eggs.” Cordelia said from afar, having gone into the farm to explore it. “there’s pineapples too, and straw berries, and carrots. OMG it’s like a banquet for vegetables .” Anita cried. “this is really nice, this solves our problem of food for the now.” Baji said but still hesitant as he took a close look at a tomato fruit.