apple sauce, apple juice, apple cider, apple pie, caramel apple, candied apple...

It felt good being honest and he was grateful to not only have a brother that understood and supported him, but his mother as well. She was giving him the time he needed before telling the rest of the siblings, Widow promising to not say a thing  to them unless he wanted her too. Frankly Terror wasn't quite sure, but he was already feeling a bunch more confident than he had woken up.

The idea of a fun drink sounded, well... fun! He wondered the whole time what he mom was thinking of and eagerly took the basket with a wag of his tail. Following her around the room, he listened as she explained the apples and placed them in the basket, surprised by their weight but strong enough to carry it. He wasn't so sure what a sweetener was, or even what black raspberries are, but as a mouthful was offered to him he quickly placed the basket down and tried the sweet, interesting berries. His eyes widened in delight and he nodded, though having never tried apples before either, he could only imagine how good the final product would taste.

Picking the basket back up as Widow put the berries inside, it wasn't heavy but she insisted on taking it anyway. With an empty pot handed to him in exchange, he was happy to help and followed her out of the storage den.

"Speech!"