[ There's a small crowd beginning to gather around Natasha and her peaches, murmuring excitedly as they continue cutting up the first basketball sized peach and pass around the pieces.
Kahlil ends up with a slice, and chews on it thoughtfully as he watches this all play out. One farmer is even checking out the pancake-shaped ones with curiosity instead of annoyance.
This could've gone so much worse. ]
What about the cherries? [ he reminds, helpfully. ]
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Kahlil ends up with a slice, and chews on it thoughtfully as he watches this all play out. One farmer is even checking out the pancake-shaped ones with curiosity instead of annoyance.
This could've gone so much worse. ]
What about the cherries? [ he reminds, helpfully. ]