Basil saw Nichole walking in and fishing for fish. "Hello Nichole-San" Basil said, staring at the ingrown tree. Sadly this type of tree didn't produce any edible substances. It was there just to produce air and look pretty. Basil dearly wish it could produce fruits, she would like to find out how it is like to pick fruit with her hands, Basil never picked them with her hands. She just ate them as is. In one of the stories she read as a kid, many humans picked apples in theese fields of apples. It sounds interesting, just fields and fields of apples. Would it smell nice? Would it smell like apple pie without the sugar? She had no clue. Her jealousy of humans also interested her. She wished she was a human, life would be so much easier. Basil turns her head, she needs to stop with her wondering mind. It just looks like she daydreams, which she kind of is.