No one deserves to be here more than me

One of her absolute favorite things about her moms was that they were always willing to answer her questions, which pleased the inquisitive girl quite a bit. Her eyes widened as she answered that other foods could be dried, and already her mind was racing. She knew sometimes food was more scarce, especially when it was cold, though she had the fortune to not really know what going hungry felt like. Maybe it'd be a good skill to have, just in case!

She drank in all the information like water, absorbing each and every drop as best as she could. Was salting it something that had to be done, or was just a matter of personal preference, she wondered? She'd ask more in a moment. "Yes please, mommy," she answered readily. Young Asta didn't want to pass up an opportunity to learn something new, from her mommy no less. "Can we start with this one?" Without waiting for confirmation she loped forward and hopped up, practically on her hind legs, trying to grab one of the lower hanging apples from the tree.