The first three slices were unequal in width, but Blue appeared to have gotten into the swing of things before the entire tiny fruit (/vegetable, whatever the scientific community decided it officially is) was spent. The mix of puzzling over making those slices even with thinking of ways he could be of use to Kuwabara's cause seemed to blend well enough and end with little incident; he divided the slices evenly, leaving the smallest aside.

"I wish I knew more of the way that power works," he admitted. "Or someone...in order to help you." He turned around, offering Kuwabara a share. "Are there any in this City who could?"