[ she cannot remember the last time she had a peach. the last time she saw one was painted onto a sign in a different land, in a different life. leaving kal with the flowers, she drifts toward the fruit. picking the ripest-looking, she holds it between her hands a moment. rather than peel it or cut it in half, she bites directly into it.

the juice explodes in her mouth. some dribbles down her chin. she catches the rivulets on her fingers and licks her fingers clean. she eats around the pit and thinks herself lucky even when she misjudges and her teeth accidentally hit it. sucking juice off her thumb, she looks up. ]

Those can be brewed into a tea, [ she pipes up, pointing to the flowers. ] Leaves and petals both, but it's the leaves that are supposed to be good for you.