Tiaral

-Well, if you say so... - the Elven girl sighed heavily and took a small bite. A few seconds later, her face turned green, she spat out the half-chewed piece, and threw the fruit away with force. -Ugh, I won't eat that!
-What are you doing? I paid seventy coins for it! - the healer was indignant. -And where am I going to get another one now?
-You only care about profit! - Kataviana sniffled slightly.
-I... well, okay, okay, why are you making such a fuss... - Deliy hugged his beloved and patted her on the head. -It's not a big deal, I don't feel much better anyway. It's a pity, of course, but nothing can be done...