"Wonder what this one tastes like?"
"Arthur!"
"What?" Arthur twisted to look down at his cousin, who grimaced as the movement brought Art that much closer to falling. "Relax, Theo. I can hold on with one hand. And anyway, a fall from this height wouldn't kill me." His last remark was of dubious accuracy, perched as he was on one of the tree's thicker branches, holding on mainly with one hand and his tail. In his other hand was a mysterious fruit, one neither of them recognized, spherical and deep blue shading to green on one side.
"I know that! That's the third unidentifiable fruit you've eaten today! Or will have eaten, anyway, if you continue ignoring me. How do you know you haven't poisoned yourself already?" Theodore gave him what was probably meant to be a glare, although the light reflecting off his glasses rather spoiled the effect.
"You have no sense of adventure."
"And you have no survival instincts!"
"Maybe he's right, Art." Cassidy hadn't come along for the adventure, it was now clear, but to watch Arthur and Theodore argue; there had been shouting over every piece of fruit consumed thus far, as well as the climbing of the tree, and she had only listened with an amused smile. Until now, anyway. She walked to the base of the tree. "If you're already poisoned, we don't want to make it worse. I'll eat that one."
"Hey!" Theodore sighed as the fruit fell into Cassidy's hand. He hadn't wanted to come in the first place--they were sure to be eaten or poisoned or something, or possibly fall into one of those old hunters' traps he'd heard were around. He certainly did not want to continue a pointless argument when nobody else seemed concerned. It wasn't as if he cared if Arthur poisoned himself anyway. Right?
Well, maybe a little. But Arthur hadn't dropped dead yet, so he was probably fine.