"Huckleberry?" Asher Ryder could not help but repeat the term once more, the unfamiliar nomenclature rolling off his tongue with a distinct note of skepticism as he gazed at the small, dark fruit in question.
"Mm-hmm." Ewan nodded in confirmation, his expression bright with satisfaction. He spread his palm open, presenting the evidence clearly for the taller man to inspect: "Look closely at this, Asher. If one were to crush a common blueberry, the juice would not leave such a persistent stain on the epidermis like this. However, the huckleberry is different, it possesses a much more intense pigmentation."
