Olivia's eyes widened, sparkling like twin stars as her gaze fixed on something in the distance. She shot upright on the scooter seat, nearly throwing off Kafka's balance as she pointed frantically.
"Kafi! Over there! Do you see that tree?!" She cried, her voice pitched high with excitement.
Kafka blinked, shifting his gaze to where her finger stabbed the air. "…Uh. Yeah? What about it?"
"That's a Syralin fruit tree!" She exclaimed, bouncing on the seat like a child unable to contain herself. "They only grow in temperate plains like these, and the one over there, it's fully ripe! I can tell just by the hue of the outer pods."
"Did you know that Syralin fruit changes color not just with maturity but also based on the minerals in the soil?...If you harvest them during peak sunrise like this, their sweetness increases by nearly 27%!"
Kafka grinned, keeping his hands steady on the handlebars as he maneuvered the scooter. "Oh really? I had no idea."
