Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20170409223346/@comment-28247510-20170419012410

"Oh. Alright" Cobalt took the vine gingerly in his talons. "Grow.. grapes?" A large cluster of perfectly ripe, plump grapes brust from the vine, nearly causing Cobalt to drop it. The seawing hybrid carefully pulled the grapes from the vine, handing it back to Raspberry. "Thank you."