Blackberry Picking with the Papas(Headcanons)
I haven't done many of these kind of posts, but I had this idea while picking berries with my mom and twin. We each have our own way of picking, and I couldn't help but think of how each Papa would act as well!
Primo
Most enthusiastic about going of all the Papas, but it's not exactly just for getting berries
Will point out which berries are okay to pick, tells you which will be more on the sweet or tart side
Insistent that neither of you purposely harm the plant itself
You accidently snap a perfectly healthy branch and "We must show respect and gratitude for the plant and the fruit which it bares. Come, let me show you, my flower."
Does his fair share of the picking, but is far more concerned with trimming and pruning. He wants them to grow big and strong.
You don't pick too many, just the right amount. Primo gently insists that you leave plenty for the surrounding wildlife to enjoy.
He makes refreshing sweet iced tea with your harvest
Secondo
Takes it far more serious than his two younger brothers
Brings all the necessary tools: gloves, baskets, clippers, etc.
Zero clue which berries are good besides the simple "black = good, red/green = bad"
If he is taller than you, he will grab high branches and hold them down so you can pick from them
Good thing you do not decide to pick from Primo's garden, because this man will cut and clear vines to venture deeper into the bushes
Collects far more than is actually needed, but he fills with pride at the sight of your overflowing baskets
Some of the berries are eaten plain as soon as they are rinsed, some are frozen, but the mass majority of them are stored so they can ferment and be made into wine
Terzo
Expect to do 80% of the work yourself
At first he is all eager, decked out in his fancy summer attire
Picks alongside you as you work your way around the perimeter, not yet pushing into the thorny bushes
But once you start pushing in.... well
Why he choose to wear white, you will never understand
Laments as he becomes spotted with purple and red stains, ruining his outfit
Calls it quits for himself the moment he gets snagged by a thorn and tears a hole in his shirt
"Dolcezza, must you really insist on picking your own? I could go buy all the fresh berries you could ever need!"
Sulks and pouts, but he will still hold the basket for you. Standing back at a safe distance of course
But all is forgotten the moment you present him with the fresh baked pastries you make with the berries
Copia
He tries his best! Bless his heart he really does...
But when not on stage, this man lacks grace
Every five minutes you hear a yelp or hiss followed by a string of Italian curses from his direction
Refuses to give up though!
If his amore wants freshly picked berries, well then he is going to make it happen no matter the cost!
Together you pick a modest amount, not too much, not too little
Afterwards you are sure to clean all Copia's nicks and cuts, giving each a get well smooch that has him blushing behind his paints
In the end, most of the berries go to Copia's rats! You make a few desserts for yourself and Copia of course.
But that night you sit at the table for dinner, each rat with their own place setting and small plate of berries
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