It’s a different kind of finished object.
An edible finished object.
A strawberry to be precise. Grown by my green thumbed bloke, eaten by me.
My bloke doesn’t even like strawberries, but he grows them for me.
(I did have a massive long post which I wrote one sleepless night this week, but lets just leave it at, it’s been a long week and I’m grateful it’s the weekend coming up)