Taking the berry in both hands, you lift it over your head and aim for Tricia's tongue before throwing it like a basketball. It travels in a smooth arc--barely missing her beak--and lands square on her tongue. Trcia's mouth snaps closed and she behins chewing the berry at once, giggling in bliss as her eyes open.
"Mmm! A red sweetberry? Good choice! That one's my favorite." She licks her beak and grins before nuzzling you, getting some berry juice on your face, which just makes you both laugh. "You have a good eye, little friend."
You wipe the juice off your face with a sleeve. "Thanks! Oh, you mentioned the taste of the morsel foretells the relationship, right? What does that berry symbolize?"
Tricia was already about to take a big bite of the salad. "That the pair eating the meal are in for a long and happy relationship, to benefit them both," she answers in a scholarly tone. Then her smile turns mischievous. "Of course, given the size difference between us, there's another meaning...according to what my dear mother always said, at least. I hope it's not true, I'd hate to sit on you by accident!"
The mental image of Tricia's wide, scaly rump crashing down on your tiny form was enough to make you drop the fusfull of lettuce and nuts you'd grabbed. Trying to hide your sudden blush, you look up at her as she has a laugh at your expense.
"Oh, did I scare you? Calm down, that wasn't some perverse threat. But Mother DID tell that story often: Father was rather short for a male, and sometime while he was courting her she tripped and ended up sitting on him, for an HOUR, without noticing him! She always said, 'Your father saw more of my rear than he ever wanted to, Tricia! Why do you think he never wants to walk behind me?'" Tricia's imitation of her mother sounded like a crude grandmother telling jokes to her kids, and you couldn't help but laugh along with her. "Though thankfully nothing like that ever happened to me."
"Your poor dad--he must have hated being the butt of the joke," you quip. "Still...I might be looking up more often from now on."
Tricia snorts laughter, the gust of wind knocking you on your back. "Oh, hush! You're just tempting me to try it!"
"Isn't it rude to flatten a guest?"
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The meal goes by quickly, the afternoon with it as evening approaches. Tricia had set you on her sleeping mat while she put away the platter and leftoverd, and was now thundering your way, looking a bit sleepy as she chewed on some berrries from the salad. "Mmm....these always make great dessert."
A sharow covers you, and you look up in disbelief. Tricia's wide saurian rear was poised over you--in her sleepiness, she'd forgotten you were there!
"AAAH! Tricia! WAIT! I'm down here!" You yell, as her rear descends...
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