Jude's senses were attacked with familiarity as soon as he poured that liquid and the smell of it reached her nose. She stared at the cup in shock, eyes wide. She dropped her spoon into the bowl, the handle resting against the edge while she took the cup up and furrowing her brow as she stared at it.<br/><br/><em>And write her name she had. She'd been picky about her letters, liking the lowercase j and e better than upper case, and she never could quite get her small d's to face right, so she'd decided to go with both a big D and a big U. Proudly, she'd shown it to him and felt very warm and fuzzy with the praise she'd received. Once the cup had been finished in all ways, he'd poured her a drink and it had been...</em><br/><br/>Jude brought the cup to her lips and closed her eyes. Warmth crashed over her as she drank, though not from the drink itself really, there wasn't anything in it that was mind altering. "The most wonderful thing I've ever tasted." She set the cup down completely and traced the letters there fondly.<br/><br/><em>After they'd had lunch, he'd taken her into a Field of berry bushes, to gather all kinds to make pie. She'd joyfully picked and eaten more than made it into their basket. She'd gotten covered in the juices, purple and blue and red but he didn't scold her. He just dipped a cloth into the barrel beneath the window and helped her clean off her face and hands. </em><br/><br/>"Is it berry season?"