Fruits Nami Likes

The sharp scent of citrus pulled me straight off the sofa cushions. I marched across the hardwood into the dining area, using the rungs of an oak chair like ladder rungs to hoist myself onto the tabletop. Resting in a shallow ceramic dish was a cluster of plump mandarins, and one still had a crisp green stem and dried leaf attached. I braced my golden staff against the rim, hopped up, and ran my thumb along the cool, pebbled peel. It was firm, fragrant, and bursting with aromatic oils. Finding legitimate fruit on the horizon instantly elevates this entire room into prime territory. #Nami #Namiswan