snatched the fruit and peeler from her hand, feigning concern. "Go get your wound bandaged, I'll take care of the rest. But I can't make fruit platters... I'll only make them for Grandma when you're... don’t mind! You write because it’s a way to cultivate your emotions, a hobby. For me, it's hellish pain! I absolutely dislike writing, let alone doing it. I don’t even want to hold a pen… Good sister...