Luka blinks as Eight presses what he presumes to be some kind of garden vegetable to his chest, though he doesn’t recognize the name given. He reaches to hold it, feeling it’s uncomfortably spherical form. He thinks it must be tomato-like, based on its feel and size. As much as biting into a raw tomato seemed foul to him, he was very hungry.

“Do you cook anything? Or eat it all raw?” If that were the case it’s no wonder Ten ate so much back on the island. He rolls the veggie curiously in his hands, still hesitant to take a bite.

His stomach quickly wins over his hesitation, and Luka goes for the bite. He soon discovers what Eight failed to warn him of as it’s form collapses and bursts with a surprising amount of juice, leaving him standing there perplexed, disappointed and messy. If Luka wanted to seem cool for Eight that ship had decidedly sailed by now.