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Cavalia extends a hand to receive the apple, her lips carefully sealed until it has been deposited into her palm, as if she is afraid that the mech is going to change its mind about giving her such a treasure.

"You're joking," she breathes when the explanation is done, taking a few steps back (perhaps concerned that he'll try to take it back from her now that she has it?). She brings the apple up to her eyes to squint at it closely. "You're pulling my legs, right?"

"I am not in any way shape or form pulling your legs. I am giving you one of the 24 I have. Your clothes give an air of elegance and tell clearly that you preform, and in front of expensive audiences, much like me. You probably work never-endingly to ensure your performance is of utmost quality. I believe, as a reward for your efforts, you deserve the best I can offer. It is all yours. And no, I did not lie about the ingredients or the time it took for me to get this one batch." He said. He projected a map on the ground, showing a bright yellow line and a projection of the earth, showing exactly where he travelled, and how much time he spent on each leg of the journey. "As you can see, everything I said was entirely true." He added, "I fought a hundred thousand battles to get this, and you may think me crazy to do this. If it wasn't the dying wish of a dear friend, I probably wouldn't have done it at all."

Cavalia's expression is very serious as she studies the presentation that the mech gives her. She seems to be attempting to memorize as many of the place names and details as she can.

"That's -- uh.... Very kind of you. You have... weird friends. But I'm not going to complain!"

Hoofstep by hoofstep, she backs away, holding the apple ever so carefully, until she is far enough away to gallop away at top speed. She has to get something this precious somewhere safe immediately!