[Now there's a face at once familiar and distant. He hasn't seen Sam Wilson in some time - unlike some of his other friends from home, they hadn't really talked much in the Fleet, and there's no guarantee this is even one of them.

Heck, Sam might not even know him, if he's from early enough back home. So he nods and taps the cluster of orange grape-like fruits.]

One of these fruits seems to have an intoxicating effect, but I am not yet certain which one. The rest are harmless to a human's digestive system.

Sam Wilson, unless I am mistaken?