[The Drifter draws their sword. At first, it's little more than the red hilt. Then a bright, cyan streak of energy solidifies, humming faintly as the hard light compiles into the blade.
With one swift, clean arc, the Drifter slices the top from the box. The wood sizzles faintly from the heat of the blade, but it's already dissipating and slipped back into the folds of the Drifter's cloak.
They peer inside, and marvel at the slightly furry, round shells of fruit within.
The Drifter has evidently never seen coconuts before.]
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With one swift, clean arc, the Drifter slices the top from the box. The wood sizzles faintly from the heat of the blade, but it's already dissipating and slipped back into the folds of the Drifter's cloak.
They peer inside, and marvel at the slightly furry, round shells of fruit within.
The Drifter has evidently never seen coconuts before.]