"There will be no need for that," Courfeyrac said to Max, gently scolding her. "There is no need to take from others when we may survive without doing so. We can survive on our own, and we will be noble in doing so."

He was oblivious to the presence lurking above them in the trees, to the sounds of fruits being skinned and pulverized between shark-like teeth. Sure, Courfeyrac was on guard, but no more so than usual. Besides, he had Max at his side now, and together they could fight off any foe.

Or so he thought. Stupidly.

"Ah, here we are. The orchard. Can you see what kind of fruits these are, my darling?"