Jinx's eyes lit up. "Oh my gosh, where did you guys find pineapple? I haven't had any of this since I woke up here!" Even on the tropical planets they'd visited they hadn't had exactly the right kind of flavor Jinx had longed for.

Of all the fruits, pineapple meant something special to Jinx. That sweet firm fruit meant tropical warm success. Beaches and swim suits and colorful drinks.

And since she was sure she'd only mentioned it to Diana maybe once...Jinx couldn't help but feel her pale cheeks burn pink. "You really, really do know." She mused feeling her stomach flip and twist. It was sweeter then even the fruit.