Yuyan delicately put the tomato in her mouth, and immediately felt an explosion of sweet-tart juice gush onto her tongue. She chewed for a moment or two, working the flavor in and out of her head and getting used to it.

"It's delicious," she said. "Almost like a...grape?" She'd seen grapes once, when Iseult had gotten some from the south, but such things were rare in Dalriada unless they were dried and shriveled up, and then they were called raisins.