So, when she first spotted the fruit here, the memory came back, and curiosity got the better of her. She had already picked half a basket when Veer came blundering along, insisting on helping. Which he did… by stabbing his bare hand right into the thorns.
And now, here she was, sighing over the injured idiot while trying not to regret wanting to taste this mystery snack.
Shaking her head, Kaya set the fruit on the flat stone table, washed them carefully, then scored each with a cross-shaped cut—just like she remembered from the videos. She heated the pot, poured in a little coconut oil, tossed in a pinch of the rock salt the vultures stored away (since her own stock was nearly gone), and dropped the seeds in.
