An explosion of fruit nectar flooded his oral cavity.
It was a perfect balance of tartness and sweetness, yet the sugary notes felt profound and rich, lacking any cloying aftertaste. There was also a sensation of refreshing coolness that spread across the tip of his tongue, far superior to the raw fruit he and Asher Ryder had sampled in the forest that morning. Perhaps it was simply because this particular specimen had achieved a higher degree of ripeness, thus enhancing the flavor profile.
Alternatively, it could be a psychosomatic effect. The knowledge that Mossy's magic had treated the fruit might be tricking his brain into perceiving the ume plum as significantly more delicious than usual.
But he decided to dismiss the thought. The underlying cause was irrelevant; as long as the final product was delectable, the means justified the ends.
