His wrist turned, and the blade precisely entered the seam of the fruit's skin.
With a crisp sound, the hard shell cracked open, revealing the neatly arranged golden flesh inside.
The flesh piled on the broad leaves, glistening and full.
The fragrance instantly dispersed like a tide.
A few people formed a circle, sitting on the leaf-covered ground, sharing bite by bite.
Gideon Larkin was especially greedy, eating swiftly and not willing to waste even the tiny bit that fell on his fingertips.
Seraphina Caldwell touched her slightly protruding belly, quietly murmuring to herself.
The space tree was still full of durians.
Each one hung heavily on the branches, fearing they might over-ripen if not picked soon.
She needed to find a suitable excuse to bring them out to eat.
But before she could think of a reason, Wyatt Yardley suddenly stood up.
