[Bev opens her mouth as if she's going to argue, but then decides that actually, that does make sense. Raccoons probably have good noses. She looks around, notes that whatever other passersby there are seem to notice him. Notice him at the size and shape he is, as well.
She nods and obediently rewraps the taffy and stuffs it in the pocket of her overalls. Even if she doesn't eat it, maybe it'll be useful later.]
Which are the weird ones? Are the apples the only ones that are safe?
[The sober look in her eyes is definitely that of a child who's been told of some new danger, believes it entirely, and is now willing to hear all the gory details. It probably helps that one of the stories that scared Beverly the most was Hansel and Gretel. The night after she heard it at school when she was even younger, she'd had horrible nightmares of a witch forcing her to eat an endless font of candy.]
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She nods and obediently rewraps the taffy and stuffs it in the pocket of her overalls. Even if she doesn't eat it, maybe it'll be useful later.]
Which are the weird ones? Are the apples the only ones that are safe?
[The sober look in her eyes is definitely that of a child who's been told of some new danger, believes it entirely, and is now willing to hear all the gory details. It probably helps that one of the stories that scared Beverly the most was Hansel and Gretel. The night after she heard it at school when she was even younger, she'd had horrible nightmares of a witch forcing her to eat an endless font of candy.]