He picked up one of the apples and took a bite, chewing it slowly.
"I grafted over a dozen varieties together, and after a year I've made-"
"Probably the best apple I've ever eaten, and one we can't sell."
She took a step back, aghast.
"But you just said that it's the best you've ever had, why can't we sell it?"
He sighed as he cut the rest of the apple up, carefully keeping the seeds.
"Evolutionarily speaking, humans are attracted to the deepest red apples, and worse still, most people prefer mediocrity.
That said, let me contact cider makers."
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