"Well, they seem to have forgiven me." Gesturing at the fruits. He reaches out for one and gently strokes it, eliciting a small sound that's almost like a tiny purr. It turns out that if you hang out around them long enough without picking them, they'll get used to you!

He frowns and crosses his arms at the word 'punishment'.

"I'm only going along with this to be nice -- don't push your luck."