Me? No, no. I'm not really the working type. I was forced to do this.

[ and forced they were to make a fruit salad. they aren't offended when the man takes the kiwi slice for himself, and sango does the same. they grab another, bringing it to their lips to take a bite as they think over the stranger's words. ]

I'll let you in on a secret.

[ sango raises one hand to cover one side of their mouth, leaning forward to whisper something to the gentleman thinking it may sate his budding curiosity. ]

It's the honey. Drizzle it over your salad, and it'll combine all the flavors.

[ now he can make himself his own fruit salad if he so chooses. ]