That settles it, I need to have a farm-themed birthday this year with hay bales and apple bobbing and DEFINITELY an Applejack cake. Done.
Maybe if you talk to it, it will outgrow its tiny vial and join the rest of your houseplants.
Eat what's inside me!
Come on, just a quick little game. Just a wee one.
Oh real fruit, how delicious you are. No amount of juice from concentrate frozen in a mold can compare to fresh, tart, crisp fruit on a stick. Now GIMME!
No time to make it out to visit the old gods in person? No worries.