"Look what I found," Dorian says, trailing into the bedroom after us. He lays down facing me opposite of Sean and with a self-satisfied flick of his brow tips a boat-shaped bowl towards me.
"Oh!" I gasp, bolting upright in delight at the selection of fresh fruit—peaches, papaya, apples, bananas, mangos, pomegranates and a host of native plants I'm not familiar with. Snatching a peach from the bowl, I bite into it ravenously. I sigh with delight as the delicious nectar melts on my tongue, then giggle and catch at my chin as a rivulet of juice runs down it. "Mmmm. I was starving! You're my hero."
"Mine too," Sean says, leaning up on one elbow and reaching for an apple. "What are those little lime looking things?"
"No idea." Setting the bowl aside, Dorian plucks one out by a short, dried stem and sniffs it. He frowns. "Not much scent."
