[ The literal popping cherries makes Kahlil laugh-snort, nearly choking on the slice of peach he was trying to swallow at the same time, and he pounds on his chest with a slight cough before glancing at Natasha. ]
Technically? I think so.
[ The farmers are quick to inspect these too, and by now Kahlil wonders if perhaps they might not press their luck any further with them. But like the peach, they pass along the multiplying cherries, pushing for opinions on the taste.
Kahlil is handed one, and he chews around the pit thoughtfully before spitting it into his palm. Strangely, it immediately begins sprouting there, a small green stem and leaf emerging from the center. ]
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Technically? I think so.
[ The farmers are quick to inspect these too, and by now Kahlil wonders if perhaps they might not press their luck any further with them. But like the peach, they pass along the multiplying cherries, pushing for opinions on the taste.
Kahlil is handed one, and he chews around the pit thoughtfully before spitting it into his palm. Strangely, it immediately begins sprouting there, a small green stem and leaf emerging from the center. ]