"Dad used to bring them back from his cousin's upstate a lot, and I would eat them before mom ever had a chance to use them." He says with a chuckle. He let's her pick things up while looking at stuff curiously.

When they get to the fruit aisle though he leans in and takes the raspberry from her, kissing her fingers with a grin. "Taste just like I remember." And then proceeds to load up on all sorts of different fruit, a peach, persimmons, a pomegranate.

"Do you have any favorites?"