She pulled the pot of apple balm from her pocket. {...} Eli snatched it from her...

She pulled the pot of apple balm from her pocket. {...} Eli snatched it from her palm and hurled it into the darkness, into the lake. 'Hey!' Gracie protested. 'Why would you do that?' He took a deep breath. His shoulders lifted, fell. 'Because I've spent nine months thinking of apples.'
"Heard, Scales, Tongue, Tail" by Leigh Bardugo