Westley! If Sebastian and (King) Julian were a fruit, which would you say suits them best?
Westley set his cup to the table slowly. What an odd question. Certainly not something that had ever crossed his mind before. He pondered a moment, his head tilting just slightly as he searched for a genuine answer.
"Julian's is easier for me, I think. He's not quite as dark and complex as he likes to make himself out to be," Westley chuckled.
"I would say he's a lot like a pineapple, maybe? A bit intimidating when you first meet him (not without good reason, of course.) And you have to learn how to handle him while you get to know him, or you could wind up hurt, truthfully. He can be, well... a bit prickly," he paused.
"Once you get past the front, however, he's actually incredibly bright and has a very colorful imagination. He's a lot of fun to be around. And then pineapples have the leaves - " Westley gestured around his head. "They look a bit like a crown, don't they?" he groaned. Such a silly name.
"As for Sebastian...Huh," Westley frowned, silent for a beat.
"Blackberries," he answered finally. "They're very pretty. I always thought so, anyway. When you think 'fruit,' you tend to think of a bright array of color - and yet the color of a blackberry isn't really off-putting, even though it's not what you're used to."
"Once you've moved beyond that and attempt to eat a blackberry for the first time, it confuses you further still. Because it bites back," Westley huffed, sounding almost amused. "It catches you off guard - so tart it can send an almost painful spark through your jaw. Then the seeds start popping between your teeth, and that can shock you a bit, too.
"You start questioning yourself, 'Is this actually good? Why did I want to try this to begin with?' "
"You try another anyway," he said with a small smile. "You know what to expect, and it's less jarring. Then another. And another. Sweeter with each bite. Then the bowl is empty, but you find yourself craving more. You realize you may have actually found your favorite fruit..." he trailed off.
"I - Well, that was my experience, anyway," Westley flushed and cleared his throat. "With blackberries, that is."