Would that not make a mess? he demurs, glancing over. You do not have to ruin your clothing on my behalf. Wear and tear from the environs is one thing. Having sticky juice sopping around inside a pocket is another.
He reaches out to pluck a few berries from the bush as well, cradling the fruits in the distal portion of his hands thoughtfully. The phalanges are thin, but they'll hold the berries where his palms won't. Of course, this limits his hands, so...
He clears his throat a little (how? skeletons don't even have larynxes), then murmurs, softer than before, "We should be able to carry enough by hand, most likely... Unless there was something other than just the tomatoes you wanted? In addition to these, I mean."
slowly gets back to everything in the last month, feel free to disregard
He reaches out to pluck a few berries from the bush as well, cradling the fruits in the distal portion of his hands thoughtfully. The phalanges are thin, but they'll hold the berries where his palms won't. Of course, this limits his hands, so...
He clears his throat a little (how? skeletons don't even have larynxes), then murmurs, softer than before, "We should be able to carry enough by hand, most likely... Unless there was something other than just the tomatoes you wanted? In addition to these, I mean."