The seeds, contrary to their gelatinous shell, are hard and seem to resemble a walnut. She didn't even know where the walnut even came from; it just popped out of nowhere after she made sure to squeeze and make a good oomph to the gelatinous shell.
"Is this it?" Elaina asked as she picked the shell that sank to the bottom of the container she was using to wash the shell.
"[Indeed. Quite different in looks, no? I am honestly not sure what my father ate that time to create a fruit like this. And get this, these seeds are what cause the "shrapnel" that bursts on the fruit if hurled with the intent of harming something or someone. It hurts since it was very hard for a seed. Looks like a walnut, as hard as a rock.]"
"I don't know why it was named a dynamite...it sounded like some sort of grenade if you asked me," Elaina scratches her head.
