{ lambda;; }

There was a practiced ease to his movements that told Lambda it not the first time he had performed such a task. The fruit looked ripe and well picked, and his own vessel rather inconveniently chose that moment to remind him it needed sustenance as well. 

“Where did you find that?" 

   ”Hehe, I usually c-carry some type of fruit on me.“

Emil covered his mouth, a giggle held back as he finished up with creating his ‘masterpiece’, and handed it over instead of a new apple. ”Here y-you go.“ Craftmanship in fruit, a delicate rose carved into the meat, intricate shavings of the apple’s thin protective layer decorating the outside as-if it had been painted upon. 

   ”You can have th-this. I can make more l-later.“