So I have to let you tape it up before I can eat it? *Seemed kind of pointless. Maria felt tempted enough to take a big juicy bite of the apple and say "deal with it." However, given that she'd recently been kidnapped, subject to a fight and a murder vote and couldn't quite remember all of her past, it might be the rare chance to use discretion in her actions. For her, anyway. So she placed the apple back in the wagon.*

Fine. *It's not like the apples were going anywhere. Also, she knew she should be more...wary?...amazed?...at the talking mouse. Somehow being kidnapped with a loss of identity was helping her cope more with whatever was going on.* What's your name, mouse?