An Offering

The blue boy didn't look mad that he was staring, and Tate would take that. Always one to be both seen and heard, sometimes Tate came across as a bit... a bit much. There was kindness in the stranger, and for that, he was glad. As the boy suggested they bring their offerings together, Tate nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, we can do it together, it'll be even better that way." Even better, or well... really anything was better than what Tate had come up with. That was okay though.

With a great, giant tug he gathered some dried out vines from the grape plants. They were a bit thorny, and they dried out his mouth. That was okay though. Tate trotted back and gave Ivy an expectant look, setting them down at the boy's feet, careful not to disturb the stack of plants beside him.

"Potato"