"I just got them and thought that was the right way to carry them!"

"Oh, no, usually you put the ones that aren't part of what you're wearing for one day in your closet in your house."

"Which ones my house?"

"You don't have a house so I'm not sure what you're supposed to do with them instead."

"Could I put them in your closet?"

"I guess but you can't get in our place by yourself since we lock it when we're not home."

"Could leave a window sorta open?"

"I guess if you can climb that high. Where do you sleep? Usually I put on new clothes when I get out of bed."

"I can climb that high."

"I sleep at my yellow's cozy home. I could ask her if I can put them there?"

"Your yellow?"

"My yellow, yeah. She has a new name but I don't 'member it yet."

"A new name?"

"I hadn't heard it 'fore."

"Oh. Well unless you know a lot of yellows probably most of their names will be new. If you sleep over with her every night you should keep your clothes in her house."

"Oh, okay then!"

"Want to pick blueberries?"

"Yeah!" Blueberries blueberries blueberries. The bushes are still small but they have a few, findable if they hunt.

Fika turns out to be very very good at blueberry picking, she's had practice.

Then she will be able to secure a double handful of blueberries with sufficiently diligent searching.

Nom! She noms a blueberry and sticks her blue tounge out at her friend.

He sticks out his tongue right back at her! Nyeh!

Fika tries to throw a blueberry into his mouth!

He fails to catch it and it bounces off his cheek.

"Aww, you're supposed to catch it in your mouth! Like this."

Fika demonstrates.

"I tried!"

"Oh, maybe you forgot how? Wanna pract-ice?"