"Indeed."
Shao Qiming nodded gravely, a perfectly straight face belying the transcendent, sage-like expression he'd worn just a moment before. He chimed in with his own review, "This is the authentic flavor of the Divine Fruit. Any more would be too rich, any less too bland. Everything is perfectly balanced. It's as if... it reminds me of the gentle breezes of Eden in the Supreme Heaven..."
"That's enough, you two," Yara cut in, unable to watch their mock food-critic routine any longer. "What are you even saying? Which of you has ever been to the Supreme Heaven? And 'gentle breezes'? It's a pure 'Light World'—where would you even find wind?" She got to the point. "Alright, what are you going to do with the third fruit?"
