"You're not wrong," Verity said with a sigh, twisting her high ponytail into a bun and shoving some wicked-looking metal sticks into it. "Maybe some of that mutfruit--" her mouth twisted into a grimace "-if we find a grove on the way home."

Sure, the mutfruit was supposed to be healthy, but Verity still felt safer sticking to the expired-for-literal-centuries pre-boxed food.