We gorged ourselves on the juicy, flavorful meat of the mysterious unnamed fruit, and in a flash the pile of carefully collected delicacies seemingly vanished before our waiting hands. We were all too fast, and a little too heavy with our consumption to make any attempt to share it evenly, or ration, and the sloppy fluid disappeared as soon as it could physically travel the distance between bag, hand, and mouth.
Before long, I was burping and sighing on the ground along with my other three friends with a satisfied look on my face, feeling completely stuffed, but remarkably nubile all the same. Even with all the fruit in my system, I didn't feel bloated, or tired. It really was like a miracle recovery food.
I felt a delighted buzz in the pit of my stomach where the particles of suspended sunshine I had tasted before sank into my skin, and invigorated every inch of my being. I felt stronger, and faster, and more energized than when I had started.
