"Um, okay," she says, a little uncertainly, and knots her hair in the back after giving him the apples. It'll probably still get wet.

Angela takes a deep breath and ducks, keeping her eyes open and exhaling slowly through her nose. She manages to get only two apples before her time's up, pinning them with her cheek against the side of the barrel and turning her head to catch them. Her hair is wet, but she's grinning, even as she shivers a little.