Shopping, she took the liberty to munch on an enormous yellow apple, umm…delicious. She ducked down one aisle and up another, looking for the Empire flour, wanting to make dumplings with the rest of the apples she’d chosen. Juice dripped from her chin; she bit once more.
The crunchy goodness masked the sound of handcuffs being opened as the officer approached. “Ma’am! You’ll need to come quietly. There’s a trail of cookies, another apple core–I insist that you place the apple you’re eating in this bag.”
She turned around, suppressing a giggle. “It’s just one apple!” she insisted, even as the handcuffs snapped into place.