Does that really tell you much? I could give you half my life story without sharing a single secret. And I never did get a poem. [Lips pressing to a performance of a pout, Prior lets his elbow rest on the table, reaching across - thin wrist, long fingertips curling out - to coax Byerly's berry from him.] That's enough to make someone resentful.

[Both berries in his palm, he tilts it, lets them swap places.]

But then you're the one with the weaponry. I thought you were worried about the motives of the people on the ship? Not the rest of us who got thrown off the boat.

[A quick, wry smile and he tips both berries into his mouth. They're not quite what he could pick up from the store at home but the taste's fresh and bright, autumn fruit.]

The snozzberries taste like snozzberries.