Dumping the seeds onto the table, Wesley stared at Tibi as he spoke, and then back at the seeds. "Oh..." That was a good question. "The p-pealing?" She trusted Tiberius with the needle. She didn't trust herself. Plus, seeds where kinda like plant babies, and Wesley didn't want to go poking holes in babies. Even though, technically, peeling it was just as bad.

Taking off her gloves, she inserted her index fingernails into the seed's crack. "O-on the c-count of th-three?" She closed her eyes tightly, so she wouldn't have to watch all the seed puss come out.

"O-one, t-two, THREE!"