Autumnal harvest

He asked which she prefered and the desert rose would have answered had he not suddenly left her side and the woman started to pout, something she'd never been prone to before but wasn't able to stop herself as he brow furrowed and a lower lip protruded slightly. She plodded after him and soon enough he'd stopped and she quickly closed the gap again, smiling as he nosed at her cheek. "Grapes make a nice sweet wine but can be harder to work with since they're smaller." She thought aloud. "I'm sure the two of us could work something out though." She cast about, still not seeing any, but there was much ground to cover. "Have you ever seen any before?" She was suddenly struck by the possibility he didn't know what she was speaking of, they didn't thrive in the desert but the kingdom she'd hailed from had cultivated them carefully.