The only one that had enough arms for all these balloons was Twelve and she never wanted to be on balloon berry duty. What a jerk!

"I roast them over a fire and they get all jammy and delicious." He explains as he gives a hard tug to a particularly troublesome berry.

"Five fills hers with whipped cream. Ten boils them and uses thin slices." He continues, pausing as he makes a 'buhhh' sound of displeasure.

"Eleven peels them. I don't know why. It's so weird."