APPLES. APPLES EVERYWHERE.

[corvideuce]

[remember those bushels of apples from a few days ago? They've completely gone now, and there has been the scent of delicious coming from the Gingerbread Cabin for a while now. If you head on over, you'll see rows of apple pies, cakes, crisps, jams, tea, cider...so on and so forth! And Gil sitting nearby with a small pile of apples beside him, looking tired but content.]

Ah, please help yourself. I may have made too much.