Samira returned less than half an hour later, carrying a tray of fruits that looked like something out of a colorful nightmare. Some had short spines like tiny spears. Others trembled as if they were alive. None of them resembled anything Aurora knew from Earth.

Samira noticed the suspicious look.

“They're safe. I swear on my mother's life.”

Aurora raised an eyebrow.

“Is that supposed to reassure me?”

Samira laughed. “Here in Tron, swearing on your ...