“She returned to where I stood, and handed over a flower. I inspected the borage, holding it up like a culinary scientist, noting the blue petals, offset by white stamens, and a raised white ball-like structure in the center, decorated with a purplish-blue pattern with hints of red that resembled a planet or a galactic moon. My heart skipped a beat. Aside from Marie's desserts, I'd never seen anything so beautiful.
"This flower is mystical and magical," I said. "Did fairies or aliens create them?"
"I'd go with fairies. The thought of aliens flips me out. Eat it," she said, and I did.
The flavors of this edible flower rolled on my tongue in waves. A crunch. A bitterness. And sweetness. I closed my eyes, reveling in the magic, the flavor, thinking about what we could do with this. I met her gaze.
"Oh my god. You're so right. They taste like cucumbers," I said, licking my lips.”