Raine took a sip of the homemade apple blood, and their nose wrinkles as the foreign taste hit their tongue. It wasn't bad. But the flavour was surprising and it wasn't apple blood.

"No," they reply, disappointment in their gaze down at their mug. "Apple blood comes from the apple butcher, and there aren't any here. I checked."

They take another sip of the Apple Blood. Maybe they could get used to it.