No, it could be dangerous.

Your stomach grumbles ominously as you hold the fruit. You desperately want to eat it right then and there, but you realized that doing so could make you sick or worse. With a sigh of regret, you place the fruit back on the tray and shake your head...hoping that you aren't offending your hosts. There is an audible sigh from them in unmistakable disappointment, but thankfully they don't offer you any ****. Instead they all begin to vanish back into the darkness in ones and twos...even the warriors who capture you first disappear back to they sentry duties you suppose. Last to leave is the Chieftain, who gives you one last hopeful look, before returning to his hut.

Now that you are alone, you feel safe with taking out your scanner. You check the fruit that still remains on the table to see if it would be safe to eat. Your results confirm your decision to be suspect of the fruit. You detect a strange form of narcotic in the juices of the plant. If you had eaten this, you would likely be as high as a kite...or worse, in virtually no time flat. You decide its probably better not to spend the night her in their camp, so you quietly slip out and make your way back to your campsite...unmolested by the little aliens any further. You lay down to get some sleep, feeling like you almost dodged a bullet.

The night passes uneventfully and you wake early in the morning just as the sun begins to peek above the rim of the valley. It wasn't the best night of sleep you've ever had, and you feel a bit sore and stiff from a rock that apparently you hadn't noticed when you laid down. Trying to work out the kinks, you gather up your meager possessions and continue on your journey.