Come Whatever May [Pesto]

Pestilence narrowed her eyes as Jupiter waved his paw in direction of the other mushrooms, suggesting she get acquainted with one if she felt left out. A small burn came to her cheeks and she rolled her eyes in reply, though in the end did opt to move forward towards the less-pulsey ones. Alarr seemed to be done his examination as he was speaking again, but her eyes were fixed upon the somewhat tempting fungi. They smelled almost sweet as she neared, and while logic told her that was likely not a good indicator of safety, she found she desperately wanted to take a bite.

As she neared, the mushroom cluster's pulsing glow grew more rapid and her eyes widened. Alarr had agreed that Jupiter wasn't lying about the mushrooms he'd found copying his heartbeat, so perhaps that's what these ones were doing, too. "So are these ones tuned to me, somehow?" Pestilence asked hesitantly, reaching a paw out and booping the mushroom cap with her pawpad.