" What is this?” he whispered.
“Mangoes.” My father always said mangoes with a Quillonian were a sure bet. I hadn’t realized how much of a sure bet.
Orro licked the fruit again, looked at it, and suddenly bit into it, shredding the yellow pulp.
He’d wolfed down half a mango before he realized I was still there and froze, pieces of mango on his whiskers. “Don’t see me. "

― Ilona Andrews , Sweep in Peace (Innkeeper Chronicles, #2)