A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, a66 – write a fic centered on one character's view on something or some place

Nectarines

Nectarines were messy. And sweet.

The first time Isla had one, neither of those things registered, though it wasn't because the giftas were incapable of taste. It was simply a lack of experience.

Kazuki laughed and rubbed the juice out of her dress. Isla licked her lips, feeling loss. The phrase bubbled at her lips. Does not compute. Does not compute. But the sweetness was night. Maybe.

The second time, she was a bit more used to the idea and Kazuki was enjoying one as well, letting the juice dribble down her chin without a care.

The third time, Isla had worked out that having a napkin was a good idea. And whenever Kazuki brought nectarines after that, Isla made sure to have a handy napkin.