[For his part Yuan can't put a precise reason to why language should be easier than the rest; he marks it off as a difference in actually doing something of note, and will possibly come back to the matter later. Teaching Kratos is oddly satisfying, anyway.]

[He doesn't ask about the matter of the plant until the day he comes home and there's something leafy and new in the living-room. Yuan doesn't immediately recognize the plant, which strikes him as odd. He's no gardener, really, but he knows most of what can be cultivated indoors and this doesn't match any of those options.]

[Gingerly Yuan fingers the leaves, gets a feel for the fruit. Green, oblong, firm. Some are smaller than others, but it's the only difference he spots immediately, and he can't quite tell whether they're ripe or not.]

[He did specify edible fruit, though. Yuan begins to suspect Kratos has somehow found a plant native to Tethe'allan climates.]

[Fortunately, Kratos isn't hard to find. Yuan goes to lean in the kitchen doorway, observes Kratos for a moment -- he seems satisfied with himself, though Yuan can't tell perfectly if that's the right emotion. Hm.]

What, exactly, did you find?