“You can invite him if you like, but I know which ones are poisonous. If it’s got blue or white star-shaped flowers or black or orangey-yellow lookin’ berries, don’t touch it. But otherwise, I think we’ll be fine. Does Carl know what poison ivy looks like?"
Maggie seemed to know what she was talking about, berry wise. "I don’t think we’ll need Daryl after all,” he was curious as to how she knew so much about berries - perhaps, when things had been normal, her father had given her a lesson on it. “Not that I know. Never really taught him about it.”
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