Jan liked to chew on the albedo best of all. Consuming the pulpy interior was just the prelim. The pulp? She could really just throw that away, if it weren't so wasteful.

Jan wasted nothing, least of talking to her worthless classmates, the beer swilling primitives. For instance, she collected her hair and fingernail trimmings and mixed them into her cat litter.

She liked how the tartness of the albedo stung the back of her throat. She liked to think that it conferred upon her magical abilities. She wrapped all sorts of ungodly bodily emissions in the perfectly cored rinds.