Brittany's POV

"Wow look at all of the pretty colors on this one!"

"I don't know Britz." Alph objected, "This one smells kind of odd."

"Well I suppose only sophisticated nose palates can truly appreciate this." I honestly expected better of Alphie, "I'm going to bed."

I went into my room and activated the lock. By seeing the colors of the new fruit, memories of my childhood on Koppai to come rushing…

Flashback…

Seven year old Brittany opened her favorite box of crayons, coloring was her favorite hobby. But today she wasn't satisfied. Wouldn't it be so cool if there was a crayon that produced every color in the rainbow? Just like in those TV commercials! Then I wouldn't have to carry around a box I could just have one crayon!

"I want to have a rainbow crayon!" She exclaimed. With a handful of crayons she trotted to her Auntie Bea's microwave, piled her colors messily on a plate, and turned the microwave on. While she waited she made herself a sandwich and went to watch TV.

After a minute or two Brittany got up to go check on how her experiment was coming along.

"OH MY GOODNESS! WHO PUT CRAYONS IN THE MICROWAVE!?"

Her Auntie Bea's shriek reverberated throughout the house. Young Brittany's hands trembled, waiting for her Aunt to find her.

Auntie Bea burst the door open, with a plate carrying colored and heated liquids in hand.

"I-I'm sorry… I didn't mean to… I'm really sorry Auntie Bea!" Brittany fearfully apologized.

"Were these the crayons I just bought you? Brittany what were you trying to do!?"

"I wanted to make a rainbow crayon! So I thought I'd try to mix all of them by melting them…"

"Oh my goodness… You made quite a mess in the kitchen dear! Once the wax gets cool enough I need you to clean your mess up!"

"Yes Auntie Bea…"

End of Flashback…

I honestly thought it would work… My Auntie Bea is such a great woman. Now that I think about it she reacted reasonably well. This radiant specimen also reminds me of a tradition we had. Every Friday evening we'd watch the sunset while enjoying a big dinner on the patio. Those were good days… I wish to be back home again...