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

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.

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.

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