"These are... not poisonous."
Evander Petrov nodded to himself as the juices from the fruit he had sliced open dripped down into the bowl he had retrieved from his storage artifact, mixing with some kind of potion that told him if this was 'good' or 'bad' fruit.
It was a plump purple sphere covered in small hairs that felt... odd to the touch, being smooth yet prickly at the same time depending on how your hand slid across it, while the flesh inside was firm and absolutely soaked with juices.
They smelt sweet and the flesh looked quite tasty, causing my mouth to water as I had to hold myself back from plucking another fruit and taking a bite of it here and now; this verification took a minute, and each second that ticked by was spent with my eyes locked to the purple fruit.
"Would you like to be the taste tester, Isabella?"
