(Content Tags: F/m, Multiple characters)
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It was a wonder that the orchard even let them come back.
Malcolm and Aurora thanked the owners of the orchard, profusely, knowing that their previous visit was more than a little eventful. It seemed that even after a year, the old couple wanted to meet with them personally. Their faces were far from affable. He hoped that the tractor that fell victim to Aurora’s boot was insured, but he was hesitant to think if “giant woman stepping on it” counted as “Act of God”, even if her occasional clumsiness might as well be called that. Now, Malcolm in hand, Aurora made her way through the orchard and adjacent pumpkin patch. This time, however, Aurora kept far away from the pumpkin patch, not wanting a repeat performance to what happened the previous year.
“Ooo! Ooo! Malcolm! They already started their apple cider making!” Aurora’s face lit up.
“Oh yeah! I can smell it!” Malcolm said, though his attention was more toward witnessing the sheer wonder on the face of his giant friend.
“You think we can get a sample?”
“I don’t know, I don’t think they’ll have the right serving size for you.”
“Oh please-please-please-please!” Aurora said, her eyes pleading.
“Ok! Ok! Let’s find someone!” Malcolm couldn’t help but laugh and try to calm her down by waving his hands downward in some sort of attempt to lower her voice’s volume.
The pair let their noses lead, until they found themselves at a barn near the middle of the property. It sat adjoining a large conveyor belt that ran to a small dumping station, where a stack of empty bushels sat. Without really thinking, but with no small degree of politeness, Aurora leaned over and tapped on the side of the barn, near the second level door to where a hay loft may have been.
An attendant opened the door on the ground floor, her puzzlement replaced with shock as she looked up to Aurora’s towering form She was bent forward, hands on her knees to speak with the attendant, as a gesture to seem less intimidating, though ultimately increasing that feeling.
“Hi!” Aurora said, “I’m sorry for interrupting, but is the orchard offering samples of their cider here?”
“A-ah-…” the attendant tried to find the words at first. “Yeah, but I don’t think we have a cup big enough.”
Malcolm walked out from behind the platform of Aurora’s boot and approached the frightened attendant. He offered his hand to her to which she shook instinctively, even if her eyes were fixed on Aurora. It seems even in a terrified state, someone could still execute reflexive politeness.
“I know it’s a bit out of the ordinary, but we can come to an agreement? This door looks plenty big enough, maybe if we could have my friend scoot herself in, she might be able to get a taste ‘from of the tap’?”
The attendant noticed Malcolm make his way into the barn, and began to move things to either side, already clearing the way for what he had planned.
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