Tanwen placed her hands flat on the table on either side of the cutting board and leveled her scowl at the pale pink fruit, knife sticking haphazardly out of its thick skin. “Look, there’s only so much juice I can squeeze from you, and I’ll barely have enough as it is without wasting it on my hands.”
A drop of glowing juice fell from the knife wound onto the cutting board. “No, no, don’t cry. That’ll make it so much worse. I’m not angry. I’m just asking you to work with me. Okay?”
She gently scooped the fruit up and grasped the knife. She drew in a deep breath and, as she exhaled, pulled the knife around the fruit in a quick, controlled slice. The two halves fell apart cleanly into her hands, the flesh glowing happily up at her.
Tanwen grinned. “See? Not so hard.”
She squeezed the halves dry into the waiting flask and set to work on the other two glowfruits. Finally, the flask illuminated the table with pink light like a little lantern. She leaned down and squinted. About half full.