Lloyd wrinkled his nose at the word "science." He couldn't imagine having to do science every time he wanted to use a technique. "So you guys are naturals, then." That concept was simple enough. There were natural fighters and natural geniuses. Maybe they were something of both. "You still have to work for it, though, right?"

Deciding to risk it, he took a bite of his pear. Thankfully, it seemed to be normal enough. "Yo' c'n haf my sa'wich if you wan'," he offered through a mouthful of fruit. He nudged the offending food forward, then swallowed. "I don't think anything's wrong with it. Just the tomatoes."