[ it's as she said: the truth is tricky. the moment her teeth break the skin of the fruit, river lets out a muted cry of surprise when the whole damn thing bursts. it's like biting into a water balloon as the skin deflates and a flood of reddish-purple juice spills all over. she quickly raises her other hand to try to catch some of the mess and exclaims through a mouth half-full: ]

Structural integrity has been compromised.

[ it's getting absolutely everywhere, including all over her dress, and it spreads even further when she carelessly flaps her hands to shuck the remains of the fruit onto the ground ( and consequentially all over cassian too ). she keeps her now faintly stained hands raised, turning them over and back to observe just as curiously as she had the fruit before biting into it. ]

Doesn't make sense. It had a quantifiable mass and density comparable to a standard earth-based fruit, nothing to suggest a fluid state of matter.

[ she seems somewhere between disgruntled by the mess and fascinated by the unexpected turn of events. she looks around at the mess in her lap, on the ground around them, and eventually turns her gaze to the new stains on cassian's clothes before finally looking up to his face again.

her eyes are still bright, earnest, undeterred. ]

Non-toxic, though. We can make juice.

[ despite the mishap, she's not conceding defeat in this round! ]