[not quite a guinea pig, but how about a rat instead?]
[Freya had tried to listen quietly at the front door when she'd heard someone's voice, but quickly realizes she's failed at stealth this time. She swears under her breath, pushes the door open, and pokes only her face inside.]
Of what?
[she looks over the young person at the table, then notices the apple. Her eyes get very wide.]
IV
not quite a guinea pig, but how about a rat instead?][Freya had tried to listen quietly at the front door when she'd heard someone's voice, but quickly realizes she's failed at stealth this time. She swears under her breath, pushes the door open, and pokes only her face inside.]
Of what?
[she looks over the young person at the table, then notices the apple. Her eyes get very wide.]
...Oh. Gods, is that—you've found fruit?