What Gyre will see as he's looking around the vegetable garden is that, at first glance, every single vegetable looks familiar. But if he peers closer, he'll realize that none of these are normal vegetables. They're a little too round, a little too long, a little off color, a little strangely curved. There's always something about them that's... off. With the exception of one fruit that's growing in the shape of a donut. With a hole in the middle. That one is totally alien to everyone.

But Eight, without missing a beat, plucks another of the round veggies off of the tree and shifts a little closer to reach over and press it against Luka's chest. That's enough of an answer, because he also has to answer what they are.

"Cabolini." He answers like it explains everything, a moment before he lifts his up to his mouth and just cronches juicily into it through the hole he'd ripped with his finger. Why eat it one bit at a time the whole time? That was slow. Immediately the air is filled with a stronger scent of peppers to go with the cinnamon.

Have fun eating that, Luka. If he tries biting into it, the outer layer is waxy and pliable and doesn't easily give way. The force of a bite would likely make it spray juices out everywhere. Fingertip or knife, Luka! A single puncture!

...

Eight should probably have warned him.