I'm gentle in a meadow, deadly in a fight, I spin above your ceiling on a summer night, Each morning at your mirror I kiss you clean, And, under every skater I carve the frozen scene.

Slice it Spread it Age it Melt it If you're Sharp, the should not be Hard. Don't be Blue, or Bleu, this should be a bries

I start out green and hide in plain sight, but blush in the sun when the moment is right. I’m called a veggie in everyday chatter, yet I’m a fruit - but does it matter? Slice me or squish me, I brighten your plate, what am I, ripening whilst you wait?

A breakfast or brunch staple. Aegon’s childhood nickname. What precedes or follows a chicken.

From fancy ships, to rough days in a truck, keeping one of these avoids a clusterproblem! In the wilderness, a cabin keeps many of these, but also flashes with fire in a thing with tubes.