The sun kisses your skin as you look down vast rows of calm, green, blooming leaves and vines. As you push past the creaking gate, an aroma of subtle, sweet, flowering clusters of grapes waft under your nose. You cannot help but to sniff, inhaling and exhaling the light airy scent. Your hand reaches up, fingers curling around a bundle of grapes when all of a sudden, you find your bottoms being tugged on. “Excuse me! Those are not ready!” The halfling would exclaim, a bucket of pre-picked grapes