Rest would be nice, but it wasn't possible. It hadn't been possible thirty nine years ago, and it wasn't possible now.

"A grindyen." She answers, slowly moving past Haizea now that she's taken it. "Take a bite."

If Haizea dares to take a bite, she'll find that the texture inside is like that of a nectarine/plum. Incredibly juicy just below the skin of it, but the flavor is somewhere between a carrot and a sweet potato. Strangely sweet but savory, but very, very soft. Honestly it was probably a fruit, but there's no seed in the middle.