Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31597382-20190919144046/@comment-4598697-20190920164646

Calisto Risotto walked over to where Zebulon was bobbing for apples.

"What are you doing?" asked.

Zebulon lifted his head.

"No, silly," he said. "I'm bobbing fcr apples. This is a fall fair, after all."

"Fall?" said Calisto. "Now? I thought it was spring."

"How can it be spring?" asked Zebulon. "It's September." Zebulon stared blankly. "Oh, I forgot. You're from Argentina, right? That's south of the equator. It's spring over there."

"Correct," said Calisto. "The leaves don't change here until March."