[The frown deepens. While it's possible that these weird earth creatures weren't ALL plants, she was exceedingly skeptical. That thing definitely looked like a seed and she knew what those were for, she spent weeks watching the watermelons grow more.

Confusion means it's a little harder to really build up a good amount of resentment or hostility at least. If Zangetsu's not paying attention or quick enough, he's going to find himself relieved of an egg courtesy of one of Malachite's many hands.

It's not eaten immediately, if she nicks one.]

Sometimes they put the seed under piles of dead plants, maybe it's like that but with chickens.

[And living chickens at that. This planet is so fucked up. The thought of proper watermelons however is enough to put aside chickens for now.]

Not always. Some try to fight back. The best tasting ones are the feistiest ones, it's how you can tell they're ready to eat. They used to just stand there and wait for it, but after a while they got the idea, and sometimes even try weapons now.

[And she sounds so utterly, completely serious about it too, there's no way she's joking. Right? ...Right? Then again that thin ribbon of drool is there for a reason. She liked her tributes, thank you.

Then again after that who could ever eat normal melon again.]