Rice Ball Fruits Basket Novels & Stories

A slow smile spread across his face. “Did your stomach just announce its approval?” I glared at him. “It did not.” His eyebrow lifted. “Selene.” “Maybe a little.” He chuckled. “I find it comforting that even your stomach has decided it trusts me.” I tried not to smile. I failed. More dishes continued arriving. Fresh fruit filled a large silver platter, but unlike anything I had ever seen before. Bright red berries larger than strawberries. Golden fruit shaped almost like flowers. Small purple fruits with strange markings.

“You don’t understand because you’re basic!” Karl smiled a little. “Are they taking a bath or forming a new government?” “Both,” I said. “Don’t go up there. If you walk in now, Issa will make you judge the quality of the foam.” “I’ve had harder jobs.” “Don’t tempt fate.” Bianna started unloading the grocery bags onto the counter. Blueberries, strawberries, sourdough, herbs, asparagus, oat milk no one had asked for, two bottles of sparkling lemonade, and one small box of macarons that I immediately took.

Nate said as he pulled another chair closer with his left leg and began placing them down on the chair. "Penelope asked you to serve me these?" I asked in disbelief, and Nate nodded with a snort. "So please, you better eat up. I need to have my peace of mind back. She wouldn't let me be; I really want your Luna to let me be!" Nate whined, and I leaned forward to examine what was inside the basket first. I chuckled in surprise, leaning back to examine the contents again. My heart raced as I opened the basket. There were two big, red apples, an appetizing dish of grilled chicken salad, some sliced avocado, cherry tomatoes, and a small container of lemon vinaigrette dressing.

I make my way to the fruit stand, exchanging a subtle sign with the vendor. “I’ll take a basket of persimmons, hibiscus, apples, and watermelon,” I say. As he hands me the basket, I slip the letters into his hand. He nods discreetly as he tucks them slyly in his coat. I pay him for the fruits before moving on. At the balm stand, an elderly woman, Aria, greets me warmly. “Grand Luna Eve is well, I hope?” “She’s fine,” I reply. “Just complaining about her joints.”

My breath caught again as my gaze drifted downward. Right in front of us was a big picnic blanket woven with soft, muted colors, deep green, cream, and warm brown. It was set up with a small feast that made my heart squeeze with delight: A wicker basket overflowing with fresh pastries, glazed croissants, crisp at the edges, little jars of strawberry and peach jam, two tall thermoses...one marked hot cocoa, the other tea, a container of cut fruit arranged like a rainbow—watermelon, berries, pineapple, grapes,

Renee had worried that the simple muffins might seem too plain, so she had shaped some rice balls and decorated them with nori seaweed. Carl glanced at the box and flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Ugly." "I think it's quite nice." Travis picked up his fork just as the assistant brought in coffee for Carl. "Ah!"

Ursula said as she seeded the pomegranate “There is already apple roasted with dried grapes.” The others nodded in agreement. Mira went to the cellar feigning to get the berries while she slipped into space and took the basket of berries she had left there previously. “Mom, is this enough?” Mira bought the basket towards the three older women. “Enough??” Agnes laughed “There’s more than enough.” Mira drizzled oil mixed with lemon juice, pepper and salt in the salad bowl and mixed it properly before setting the dish aside while the others got on with the preparation of the pie. Outside the men were busy with the roasting.

“See. These ones are cherry and chocolate and there’s even a marshmallow, caramel, and chocolate one.” Riley looked up at Rosie with big eyes. “Can we keep them, please?” He clasped his hands under his chin and gave her those big, pleading eyes that had become a puss-in-boots meme. Rosie laughed. “Okay,” she replied. “Come on in, Dianna.” “Oh, no, just take a couple of boxes—” “Nonsense,” Rosie said, swinging the door wider. “Come in and have a cuppa and we’ll share a tart.”

Rosalie blushed as she looked at her now filthy space. “It was 8 am and the breakfast rush was about to start. I am complete all the other baking I probably could have 4 more done if I had more rhubarb and Strawberries.” She smiled happily. “Brent.” Mama Chika called. “Yes Ma'am.” Brent smiles he came running over. Rosalie grabbed the small pie with yet another clean fork. “Take this and run to the store. Grab some fresh rhubarb and strawberries.” Mama Chika

My eyes lit up, and I plucked a grape, wiping it on my clothes before popping it into my mouth. So sweet. Nearby stood a tall tree with wooden benches and a table built around its trunk. I walked toward it and sat down, with Felly and Ria following. I lifted Abby and placed her gently on the table. A woman approached us and handed over a basket of assorted fruits. “Thank you,” Felly told her, and the woman left. “Luna,” Felly said softly, pushing the basket toward me. I smiled and took a piece. Silence stretched between us—thick, uneasy. I could feel Ria and Felly’s nerves like shifting air around us.