A watermelon, cut in half, lay on the cutting board, its red flesh exposed to the air.
The red fruit was dotted with black watermelon seeds.
There weren't many, but each one was dark, glossy, and plump.
You could tell at a glance that they were high-quality seeds.
"Spit out the seeds when you eat the melon later!" Tristan Sullivan instructed. "We'll try tomorrow and see if we can get them to grow."
Jayce and Candice Tate both nodded obediently.
Sierra Sullivan cut the watermelon into small chunks. She gave a piece to Candice Tate first, then one to Jayce, before finally taking a piece for herself.
The moment she took a bite, the watermelon's sweet, refreshing juice filled her mouth and slid down her throat.
There wasn't much difference in taste compared to the watermelons grown in her space.
In any case, they were all much tastier than the ones you could buy at the market before.
