[His brows rise and eyes widen when he sees the fruits inside the basket. Almost instinctively he reaches in and plucks one, feeling the texture and even tossing it in the air a bit. It's not out of play, but to test the weight. It's something he learned not only with the business with Yurgen, but also the years of having to shop for himself and at times for his mother.

He then takes a knife and deftly slices out a small portion before tasting it.

...Wow.]

I recognize a few of these, but I'm guessing some are local to this place. I'm not a fruit expert, but I can definitely taste the quality. Sweet with just a hint of ripeness.

It's on par to that of Rieze Maxia.

[But now...hm.]

I'm actually kind of flattered you remembered and came to me, and I'd be all for helping them. But I actually just recently formed a partnership with with someone back home to start a café here specializing in making foods based off various recipes from our home worlds. Kind of bridging the gap through food—which I suppose isn't too different from what I was doing back home.

[He takes another slice—the fruit he has is actually pretty good so he's chewing thoughtfully.]

But I think I can still help them out so it's beneficial to both parties.