Rooting about in her parachute bag she hauled out the neck of a Jack Daniel's bottle stuffed with what smelt like some high-grade whacky tabaccy.

“Ayo, wassup, girl,” he said to Keisha as he continued to walk toward the back area where I stood. […] “Ayo, wassup, playa?

Jones chid the pedagogue for his interruption, and then the stranger proceeded.

Another instance of someone who is blackberrying and sees fairies can be found at Kingheriot Farm (South-West Wales: Pembrokeshire): maybe gathering berries puts the percipient into a relaxed or dissociated frame of mind, more conducive to being able to see things that one would perhaps not normally be able to see.