"It doesn't, opposite of that, I'm thinking about your genetic alteration," Tony replied, clipped like it should have been obvious and Omega was lagging behind. "We don't really have the tools here to rearrange your atoms, but most of the grapefruit that anyone eats on Earth stems from this mutant fruit that some lunatics made by piling a bunch of citrus around an absolute nuclear hazard. The fruit closest to the radiation all gave up, tried to leave the dimension, obviously. The furthest away didn't do anything, they didn't care, they were just some oranges. In the middle, though, we suddenly got red grapefruit, out of thin air, complete genetic mutation in one generation. So, I'm thinking, maybe I can't turn you into gold, but you're right, I could probably make you sweeter and redder."