[He'll try to eat nearly anything at least once, but the idea of food just popping out of the ground one day and staying in place til something wandered over and helped itself seemed profoundly wrong somehow.

But Serph's not talking about eating a fruit, just the concept of a fruit itself, and Heat watches him unblinkingly for a long moment as his leader waxes a bit more poetic and enthusiastic than he gets about most things. The wrongness of plants just got multiplied.]

So ... let me get this straight.

[He points at some roundish tannish fruit Vincent had brought over, sitting neglected on a piece of scavenged sheet metal.]

That thing has a 'seed' in it. And it just ... makes more fruit? Out of nothing?

[Not just one seed. MANY seeds.]

Don't eat them then, if they start making more right away we don't have dis-ache onhand.