Well, um, sort of? I mean, it was still about fruit, but it wasn't her trying to sell me anything.

[He's fidgeting again, glad she can't see it, and glad she can't see the pink in his cheeks. He can pretend he's keeping utterly calm and cool.

Too bad the amulets are so good at letting all those warm feelings through anyway. Sorry not sorry, Ezra.]

I'm going to see if I can grow her a jogan tree. You know, to help her and her dad with their business.