[A swallow of the kuim, and then he thinks that maybe he should share even if it's not on offer - and promptly beats it down. Just wipes his mouth on the arm of his jumpsuit and takes a drink, eyes briefly flicking to the "bird" like he's still worried it'll eat the fruit before he nods.]

Mm. Some of it was already growin' when we showed up. An' some of it the passengers planted.

[He waves the kuim, casual but for the grip that plainly says it's his. His eyebrows go up at cinnamon-y. Doesn't sound bad.]

Been testing 'em on my chickens. [Well.] Just one of 'em.