exotic berries

水果(shuǐ guǒ) Fruits
  • Most common :

Apple - 苹果 (píng guǒ)

Pear - 利 (lí) 

Banana -香蕉 (xiāng jiāo)


Orange - 橙子(chéng zǐ) 

Tangerine - 橘子 (jú zi)

Lemon- 柠檬 (níng méng) 

Grapefruit - 葡萄柚 (pú tao yòu)

Grape- 葡萄 (pú tao) 

Pomelo- 子 (yòu zi)


Peach - 子 (táo zi)

Cherry - 樱(yīng táo) 

Kiwi- 猕猴(mí hóu táo)


  • Berries :

Strawberry - 草莓 (cǎo méi)

Blueberry - 蓝莓 (lán méi)

Blackberry- 黑莓 (hēi méi)

Raspberry - 树莓 (shù méi)


  • Tropical :

Mango - 芒果 (máng guǒ)

Coconut - 椰子 (yē zi) 

Pineapple - 菠萝 (bō luó) 

Papaya - 木瓜 (mù guā) 

Avocado- 牛油果 (niú yóu guǒ)

Longan - 龙眼 (lóng yǎn)

Litchi -荔枝 (lì zhī)

Rambutan - 红毛丹 (hóng máo dān) 


  • Melon :

Watermelon - 西瓜 (xī guā)

Honeydew - 甜瓜 (tián guā)

Hami melon - 哈密瓜 (hā mì guā)


  • Exotic :

Dragon fruit - 火龙果 ( huǒ lóng guǒ) 

Durian - 榴莲 (liú lián) 

Guava - 番石榴 (fān shí liu)

Passion fruit - 百香果  (bǎi xiāng guǒ)

Persimmon - 柿子 (shì zi)


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Fuschia plants and their edible fruit. Most fuschia berries taste “meh”, with peculiar combinations of berry-sweetness, leafy-green flavors, and black pepper flavors. Certain species and hybrids have reliably tasty fruit, and niche farmers have even gone as far as to breed commercially viable Fuschia fruit! 

Sunday(ish) Respite - Pub Crawl

If you’ve played any brand of swords and sorcery tabletop, the chances are that, at sometime during your career as an adventurer, you’ve holed up in your favourite tavern and either drank your troubles away or drank new ones into existence. As a DM, I understand the base concept of a home base wrought with strife and opportunity, so therefore I prefer to not just set up four walls, a greasy barman, a handful of tables and stools, and wait for someone to begin the chaos (usually accumulating with one of the previously mentioned objects ending up cracked over someones head). Instead, I like building up a quaint and unique setting for interactions, letting the PCs approach from their own angle.

So, that being said: Let’s go on a pub crawl!

Holy Herb Inn

The Holy Herb Inn is clean, rustic, and holds a healthy collection of calm and mellow customers, slouched in pillowed seats around a blooming hearth, sipping on piping-hot mead in ivory flagons, laughing about the hard day of work gone past. The walls are decorated with plant boxes under the lead-lined windows, each full of flowery herbs, filling the room with a sweet strength, blending well with the tasteful odour of cooked meats. The bar sells freshly brewed tonics by the bottle, bundles of dried plants in colourful ribbons, and pipes of powdered herbs with a single match.

The Old Armoury

Broad, stone cornered pinewood walls build the single floor of this bunker-like structure. It’s squat, secure visage complements the visitors it attracts: strong-armed field hands and retired soldiers alike sit together as kin, sharing drinks and jokes of equal potency. The wall behind the stained, oaken bar is decorated with dozens of weapons and martial armaments; dusted and worn shields of royal colours; swords both great and broad, nicked and scarred; lines of arrows and bolts, of expert and primal craft alike. All of them have a grand and epic tale committed to the memory of the barkeep and barmaids, one they can recall without falter. Customers can offer a trade for a tool they fancy: any weapon they wish, and a tale to prove its worth. If they needn’t replace their equipment, the guests can pay to sleep in the old barracks, safely under the floorboards.

The Greentower

This two-storey building is painted a deep, earthy green from the cobblestone foundation up. Narrow windows of a wiry mesh bleed shafts of morning light through onto the tavern floor. The bar stools and table also share the lush tint, and the bar is painted with a delicate mural, depicting an autumn wind, blowing leaves across the length of the room as they change colour into the full-hold of winter. The second floor of the tavern has an inward-facing walkway, looking over into the common area, offering access into the upstairs rooms. From behind the bar there is a ladder climbing into a hole in the ceiling, a hole that feeds the grand, golden flag-bearing tower,also painted a rich green. The tower is always manned by an armed scout, offering the small hamlet an early alarm, as the great brass bell chimes when incoming threats are spotted.

The Four Shields tavern

The only thing that identifies this ragged, shanty structure as a tavern is the collection of drunken fools cascading out when the morning sun shines. The walls are cracked and mismatched, wounded with holes and patched with planks and boards at odd angles. What appears to be a catapult arm supports the leaning frame at the rear, a wheeled frame for some breed of war machine offers the best portion of the doorway, and a set of four unique kite-shields offer some colour to the exterior design. Inside, there is nothing that offers surprise if the outside is understood well enough. The tables are damaged and old, the bar is disjointed and awkward, the breeze that cuts through the building and leaves noone warm and comfortable.

The Blue Crown Theatre and Inn

Amid the metropolis is a grand, rounded structure of marble and silk. Rounded windows glare out on every angle, billowing flags of wine and honey roll with the winds that rock the higher levels. A steady cheer pours from the archway entrances, as does the orchestral roar of trumpets and strings. Past the carpetted entrance is a vast, open chamber of grand, rounded tables, crowded with aristocrats and nobility, filled by jugs of wine and silver plates of fruits and berries, exotic and rare. The outer rim offers dozens of bars and eateries, all thoroughly cleaned and eagerly stocked for the performance to come. All of the staff speak with great adoration for the gathering collection of well-dressed musicians in the central ring: tonight is the first performance of Golas De Seifer’s epic, Vassimor’s Debt. Four hours of music, four more of drinking, four further of celebration, four again to clean up.

P.S.

I know i’ve been away for a while, really been secluding my efforts on Tumblr to casual browsing and researching artistic and literary styles. However, I hope to catch up with lost time and bring my a-game in the future; hit the home-runs; get the strikes; dart the bulls-eye; ball the goalposts; ace the hole; etc …

Also, i’m still taking submissions for Sunday(ish) Respite if you have any ideas you want me to use.

Enjoy.

Pixie x

31/5/16

Hello Tumblr! I wanna talk to you about my new obsession for a minute. Ka'chava superfood protein is so delicious! I’ve been trying to find a raw vegan protein that doesn’t taste like sadness, and it’s been such a task! Was so happy I got this! It is now officially my new favorite post-workout of all time!
What I love most about them is that they refuse to use any artificial sugars and flavors. Its 100% plant based, gluten-free, soy-free, made with the most amazing assortment of exotic berries (including açaí, blue maqui, wild lingon, camu camu, acerola), and contains coconut nectar (for its natural sweentness), it not only helps to build lean muscles and hunger control, but also nourishes and detoxifies!
I am absolutely in love. Made my roommate and myself big bowls of chocolate ka'chava #nanaicecream topped with strawberries, blueberries, and coconut shavings.
I used 4 frozen bananas, 1 tbsp of raw almond butter, 1 packet of ka'chava powder, added ice and a splash organic vanilla almond milk, blended it all up and Voilà!
Tasted like the perfect chocolate ice cream with just a hint of delicious nutty butter. So much YUM! Can’t wait to try the vanilla!

anonymous asked:

What would you recommend to include in a healthy grocery list?

  • Lots of Staple fruit (bananas, apples, etc.)
  • Little of Exotic or expensive fruit (berries, mango etc. ) 
  • Lots of Veg (two types of lettuce, carrots, celery, etc.)
  • Staple root veg (sweet potato etc.)
  • Grains & Other (rice, quinoa, lentils, chickpeas) 
  • Frozen fruit
  • A few key spices (salt free seasoning, curry, nutmeg, etc.)
  • Dried fruit for snacks
  • Organic air pop popcorn

:)

Bonus chapter : where it all began..


Chris

“ My name is Juelz” My retarded classmate said as he stood proud and tall at the front of the classroom , with his big poster board in front of his body . It was neon green , almost blinding my eye sight if I was to stare at it to long .

Rubbing my hands together due to the class being cold , I stuck one inside my boxers and let it rest . Groaning because of the heat radiating off of my lower body part to my hand , I silently thanked my brother for showing me this .

Staring at the clock , it was only 11:15 . Lunch was in 3o minutes , yes . Being in this class for this long period of time was making me more tired by the minute .

Picking my head back up from shortly falling asleep during these dumb presentations , I rested my head on my hands that laid out across the desk . Sighing , I wanted this all to be over so I could go home and play my game.


” hi Christopher ” my elementary school crush , Tracy waved . Smiling at her I let my dimples settle in deep just because I know it makes her blush .

“ hey Tracy ” I winked . Holding her cheeks , she turned away from me and doodled on her paper .

Leaning over , she had a picture of a boy kissing a girl with little hearts decorating all over the paper . Smirking , she want me and I want her .

After Juelz finished his presentation , it was now my turn . Grabbing my piece of paper from under my desk , I prepared to read my short essay on who I am and what it is I like to do most .

Walking to the front of that class , it was silent and all eyes were on me . Clearing my throat , I prepared to speak . Pushing my glasses farther up my face , i covered my face so no one could see .

“ Hi my name is Christopher Maurice Brown , I’m in the 3rd grade and I’m 8 years old . I like drawing , dancing and singing . I enjoy hanging out with my big brother cyson and riding dirt bikes . When I grow up , I want to be just like him . I wanna keep the bad guys off the street and make this world a positive place .my dream job is to become a killer ”

My eyes widened at the sentence I previously read . I don’t remember writing that so how did the get there ? ” Christopher Brown come here ” Ms.Lola , my teacher demanded .

Slowly walking up to her desk , I walked with my head down . ” A little faster ” she said louder with bass in her voice , almost making me jump . Rubbing the back of my neck , I wanted to cry but my brother always taught me to be a big boy .

“ yes miss Lola ” I spoke quietly , not trying to make any eye contact with her . I hated looking at her . Her eyes would bore into mine , making me feel smaller than what I already am .

“ do you want to repeat that last sentence ” she said with narrowed eyes. Shaking my head no , i tried to turn around and walk away but she yanked my arm back causing me to let out an ear piercing scream .

“ you got me fucked up ” covering my mouth , I felt all over it as if the words that just left my mouth were alien-tic , which to me they were . No such words of obscenity has ever left my mouth until just now .

“ run that back to me ” she yelled . She was no longer sitting down , she was now standing directly in front my face . With her breast dangling right in front my face , I grazed my finger over her nipple .

I must have did something right because she let out a satisfying sound . I’m not sure what to call it . What the hell am I saying , she let out a moan . I may be young but I know some things most 8 year olds don’t .

“ W-what made you write that mister brown ” she asked . I know this bitch didn’t get wet over a titty graze . Slipping back out into the shadows of the darkness , I allowed Chris to come back out .

“ did you hear me ? What made you write that ” she asked pushing me with her pointed finger .

“ i didn’t write it I swear ” I sweared up and down .

“ oh so now you’re going to lie ? That’s a write up and hopefully for your sake just a suspension and not expulsion ” she stated , walking back to her desk .

Laughter from the back of my class caught a hold of my attention . Turning around , Jason , one of the so called ” popular ” kids was smirking my way while the other kids laughed . Storming off to the back of the class , I got in his face .

“ you wrote this ? ”

“ I sure did and there’s nothing you can do about it ” after those words left his mouth all hell broke loose . My fist came in contact with his eye , punching it over and over again .

Chants and ooh’s from the kids behind me , enticed my anger and encouraged me to keep going . Feeling a slap to my face , I turned around to see his friend standing there with a angry expression .

Using the nearest coloring box , I hit him upside the head with it . This wasn’t Chris , but I bet he would have enjoyed the thrill of feeling free and non-humble . ” ouch ” I screamed as my head hit the side of the desk .

Lifting my body up , I spotted some scissors lying under the group table . Snatching them up , I stabbed Jason in the middle of his chest . Smiling at the blood that poured out , I couldn’t hear what was going on around me . That’s how focused I was on his blood .

Dipping my finger in it , I placed my finger in my mouth . With closed eyes ,I savored the taste . It was good , really good actually . My eyes popped open and they felt different . Running over to the mirror , I admired my monster green colored eyes .

What I’ve been waiting for was finally here . All this time , it finally came . I felt good , I felt on top of the world . I was finally here . That’s why at certain time I would say and do things Chris normally wouldn’t , it was all me . I think I’m going to name myself ummmm .. Caden . Yes Caden I like Caden.

“ Christopher brown , you’re under arrest ” a bulky police officer said walking into the class room . Being arrested didn’t scare me not one bit , so I was very calm and collected .

As the officer read me my Rights , I laughed as they carried Jason away on the stretcher . Going to jail wasn’t a worry on my brain for the simple fact , I’m a minor . I’m not going no where but to a juvenile detention center .

Walking past all the teachers and students down the hall, they all looked frightened . Barking at them all , they jumped back and ran inside the classrooms . Nosey motherfuckers .

Once we reached the outside of school , I was surrounded by a squad of news reporters . ” Chris , what made you stab your fellow class mate ? “

Smiling politely ,” No questions please ” I stated as the police officer gently sat me in the back of the car . With a cheesy grin plastered on my face , I still was excited about my big accomplishment . One of these days my doctors are going to tell me I’m crazy and I’m going to be Perfectly fine with that . Well I am , Chris might not be .


” you little evil bitch you , we will get you ” Jason’s mom banged against the car window , trying to upset me or make me feel threatened . If I could , I would stick my middle finger up at her .


” you will suffer for this . I promise ” she hit the window one more time before the car peeled out of the parking lot . Closing my eyes , I reopened them when I felt back to normal . Looking at my surroundings I was lost for words .

“ Why am I in the back of a police car ” I asked with watery eyes . The officer looked through the rear view mirror with a confused expression on his face .

Clearing his throat ” weren’t your eyes just green ? ” now it was my turn to look confused .

“ what ? ” I said , wanting him to repeat what he just said .

“ I said , weren’t your eyes green ” shaking my head no , I didn’t know what was going on . All I know is , I’m in the back of a police car going god knows where for something I probably know nothing about .

“ sir I don’t recall but can you tell me where I’m going ? ” I asked nicely .

“ you’ll have to see when we get there Mr.brown ” he said focusing back on the road . As I rested my head against the door , I tried to relax my body as well as my mind that was currently racing 6mph .

***

“ we bought you a cake ” my mom said , smiling , as usual . Trying to at least give her a small grin , I couldn’t . It just wouldn’t be genuine .

“ thanks mom ” I thanked her , so she wouldn’t feel as if I was being rude . Hearing my stomach growl caused her bright smile to turn into a frown .

“ are you eating in here baby , I mean you’re looking kind of thin ” she mumbled , tugging at my clothing .

Shaking my head ,” not all of their food is good . Some days I don’t eat some days I do . It all depends ” I shrugged .

“ I’m praying for you angel ” she assured rubbing my back . Resting my head on her shoulder , I wished cyson could some see me . That’ll probably make me happy .

“ where’s cyson ? ” I questioned , staring at the door as if he would walk through any second .

“ he’s at work baby . But he promised to come see you before the week is up ” she said , making me smile . Cooing , she hugged my body tightly .wrapping my arms around her , I buried my face in her neck and took in the sweet aroma of her Halle Berry ’ exotic jasmine ’ perfume .

“ I have to go baby ” she said after our long hug . Hugging her tighter , I screamed no & I heard her sigh . I probably don’t look like a big boy right now but I didn’t want my mommy to leave me .

“ when are you going to come back ? ” I asked .

“ Saturday . And when I come back, I’m gonna have a big surprise for you ” she smiled, all while rubbing my back . Nodding my head , I stared at the clock .

” my psychiatrist will be here soon and I know you don’t like being around that , so you can leave now ” I said not really minding . Patting my back , she stood up to her feet .

Giving her one last hug , she kissed my cheek and out the door she went . Without me . A minute or so passed by and someone was knocking on my door . Not bothering to say come in , I already knew who it was . My Dr.

Opening up the door , he walked in , making sure he closed it before sitting down . Clearing his throat , he put on his bifocals , and took out his clipboard from his briefcase .

“ how are you doing today Christopher ? ” he asked with a bright smile . I wanted to do nothing more than smack it off his face . He knew I never talked . Silence was all he got in return so why do he continue to speak to me ? I’ll never know .


Staring at his wrinkly hands that rested against the cafeteria table, I could feel his eyes piercing through the side of my head . Grinding my teeth , I scratched at my thigh to suppress my aggravation .

” Mr . Brown , do you know why you’re in here ?” A old man with a long grey goatee , who goes by the name Dr. Loomis asked as he sat directly across from me . Breathing hard , he was starting to push my buttons .


Toying around with the food on my plate , I ignored his question for a few minutes . I didn’t feel like talking , and he wasn’t about to force me to . Even tho at some point , I’ll speak on my own .

I sat in my all white gown that had a small slit on each side with my head held down . I felt crazy in this place . I’ve been in this mental institution for 4 months now , and at this point I felt like giving up . Giving up on leaving , giving up on life .

By now my curls were uncontrollable naps , and there was nothing I could do about it . No hair cut , no trim down , no nothing . On top of that my birthday is tomorrow and look how I have to spend it . My mom and dad stops by every other day to see me , ya know to make sure I’m doing going . When in reality I’m doing worse .But I’m grateful enough that they come , like today .

I have stress lines going across my forehead & veins popping out my neck . I can barely use the bathroom without them thinking I’m going to drown my self or do something I have no business doing . I’m not crazy , but they’re bringing me to think that I am .

The voices in my head won’t seem to stop and people are constantly warning me about my eye color change . I as a person , has never seen this sudden eye color change . Every time I look into a mirror , I see my drained black orbs that was once happy and brown .

This institution has sucked the absolute life out of me . I’ve been blinded to the world ever since I’ve came here . ” supposedly because I killed my classmate ” I said boringly , finally answering Dr.Loomis question , all while staring at the all white walls .

“ and do you remember why you proceeded with these actions ?” He questioned , pushing his glasses farther up his face . Tapping my foot against the cold tile floor , I looked at him like he was crazy .

“ for the last time , I don’t remember doing any of it ” I screamed through my tears . This stuff was starting to take a toll on me .

“ Keep it down son or they will have to come and sedate you ” was all he had to say to shut me up . Sedation was something I never wanted to play with . It made me weak , tired & all around drained . Like I couldn’t do anything . I felt as if I wasn’t in my right state of mind .

“ now like I was saying , you killed him . Why ? ”

“ Because he got me in trouble ” I screamed at Dr.Loomis . Tears ran down my cheeks as all the pressure and anger I had built up finally poured out . Standing from the table I ran around the room , having a tantrum .

Holding on to my head as tight as I could ,I tried to block out the voices that was ranging through out my head . Banging my head against the wall , they just wouldn’t stop .

“ you’re crazy ” the voice chuckled .

Crying hysterically ” no I’m not ”

“ Christopher , who are you talking to ? ” Dr.Loomis asked walking up to me .

“ Dr.loomis , back up ” I suggested . Something was really wrong with me and any minute , something bad would happen . I could feel it in the pit of my stomach .

“ No I’m here to help you , you crazy son of a bitch ” he yelled . Smiling evilly at him , I stood to my feet and walked back to my seat . He wants to call me crazy ? They all want to call me crazy ? Well I’ll show them crazy .

Pointing to the chair ,” please Dr have a seat ” I suggested . Looking at me with hesitance , he walked over to where he was previously sitting . Slowly sitting down , he watched me like a hawk .

Smirking ” any last questions for me before you go ? ” I asked . Eyeing me weirdly , he went to hit the button on the wall to call for security but the fork in his neck stopped him from doing so .

Stabbing him over and over , I didn’t stop until I was satisfied . Clutching his hands around my neck , he began to choke me but that didn’t stop me from stabbing him . Who would have known that a plastic fork could do all this damage .

Yelling for help , I laughed at how desperate he was to still yell when the room was sound proof due to privacy . And the icing on the cake ? No cameras either . All they had was a hole that lead to the dumpster .

Dr.Loomis lifeless body laid beneath mine and it made me smile a toothy grin . Chuckling aloud , I couldn’t stop . I was laughing so hard , I couldn’t stand without falling back down .

Dragging his body to the dumpster , I lifted him up and pushed his body down the slide that took the trash to the dumpster , which gets emptied every Wednesday . Looking at the calendar , it was Wednesday .

Once I knew his body was completely down there , I stripped from my now red gown and threw it down along with him . Walking over to the sink , I turned on the water and grabbed the soap and paper towel . Running back to where the friendly incident occurred , I quickly cleaned up my mess .

Throwing it away , I pressed the ’ call for help ’ button on the wall . Almost a second later , two security officers busted through the doors , looking for something to be going on . Only to find nothing . Smirking ,” so fellas is my psychiatrist ever going to stop by ?”

“ I thought he was already here ?”

Looking around , I shrugged my shoulders . ” he’s not in here ”

“ well ain’t this some shit ” one of them said .

“ where’s your form kid ? ” the other one asked referring to my uniform , as I stood in front of them in nothing but my underwear . Shrugging my shoulders , I walked passed them and headed to my room .

The alarm in the building rang off as I almost made it to my room . Turning around all the officers were running towards me . Kicking off my shoes I took off running down the hall , trying to get away from them .

Looking back , it felt as if everything was moving in slow motion . I felt like I wasn’t running at all when indeed I was . My eyes felt heavy , they were closing . I couldn’t hear anything and that only meant one thing . I had been sedated .

Slowly looking up , two doctors had jabbed their long needle into my arm . Falling to my knees , I hit my face against the wall . Breathing hard , my body was fighting against the strong medicine .

Gaining strength , I continued my journey to my plain white room . Running inside , I slammed the door and locked it , Considering that’s what they were going to do me anyways . Sitting down on my chair that sat at my desk , I shuffled around for pen and paper to write Chris a note .

Dear Chris ,

I just wanted to let you know we are not crazy . I’m not crazy , no wait you’re not crazy . Look how ever you want to put it , just know you’re not crazy . Don’t be confused when people say stuff like your eye color changed or you have memory lost . It’s only because I come out from the shadows . Remember that day you wished and wished and wished you could have a second personality sculpted in the person you always wanted to be ? Well I’m here baby . I’m writing this letter to inform you on my previous activities . So far I’ve killed two people . 1 was your classmate & the other was your psychiatrist . I knew he was bothering you and I didn’t want that . So I killed him . Don’t worry , I disposed his body so hopefully no one finds out . And that’s if they don’t already know . They doctors just sedated me well tried to a few minutes ago but it didn’t work . I don’t want you to be afraid , because I’m not a bad guy . Well at least I don’t think I am . I’ll always have your back and forever be your friend . Ok I think that’s all I have to say .

- Caden .

P.S . Killing is pretty cool . You should try it , or not .

The Signs as Girl Scout Cookies

Aries: The Lemonade. Tangy, zesty, and exciting. Delicious. Spunky.

Taurus: The Dulce de Leche. Sweet, comforting, and earthy. Succulent.

Gemini: The Thin Mint. Popular, snappy, attention-getting. Crumbles easily.

Cancer: The Thanks-A-Lot. Always trying to talk to people. Always trying to get attention. Sweet and charming, though needy.

Leo: The Tagalong. Rich and bold. Beloved. Has a strong presence.

Virgo: The Trefoil. Neat and subdued. Understated, yet wonderful.

Libra: The Cranberry Citrus Crisp. The one everyone forgets about.

Scorpio: The Gluten-Free Chocolate Chip Shortbread. Intelligent and with a dark side. Empathetic. Cares about your digestive health.

Sagittarius: The Do-si-do. Random and odd. Loveable. Cream filling.

Capricorn: The Samoa. Complicated, layered, and utterly irresistible.

Aquarius: The Thank U Berry Much. Exotic, mixed, spontaneous. Hard to wrap your head around.

Pisces: The Savannah Smile. Eccentric and cheerful. Unique. Messy.

Magical Mystery Tour

A/N: Okay, Birthday Anon. This is short and the ending isn’t very strong. I may or may not revisit this universe someday. 

Quinn can’t believe that they’re still planning to get married.  After what happened (to her) at their last attempt, she was really hoping it would be a few more years before they’d revisit a wedding. Or never.  

She’s currently nursing a wine cooler in Brittany’s back yard in celebration of their Nationals win. The entire glee club is here, and Finn and Rachel are curled up on a lounge chair being all disgusting and coupley as they tell Tina all about their plans to tie the knot right after graduation–less than two weeks from now. Quinn huffs in disgust, frowning down at her bottle.

“Aw, no frownies,” Brittany chastises, plopping down next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “I can totally get you the exotic berry if you want.”

Quinn’s head comes up, eyes widening. “Excuse me?”

Brittany points to the bottle in her hand. “The berry is much better than super gross fuzzy navel. I mean, who wants fuzz in their navel?” she asks, wrinkling her nose.  

“Oh,” Quinn breathes.  “No…it’s fine.

Brittany nods slowly, her eyes darting over to Rachel and Finn. “But I guess looking at that is super gross too.”

“Yeah,” Quinn agrees. “Sometimes I wish…”

“What?” Brittany asks.

Quinn shrugs. “Just…have you ever wished you could go back and do things differently?”

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