[He unties the ribbon on his little bag and gives it a smell, happily taking in aroma.]

I like to stop by every week or two. I try to get most of my produce from places like this.

[Which, speaking of, is the booth right in front of him. He twists the top of the bag he had and tosses it to Katurian. It would, in fact, end up containing a fair amount of gourmet fudge.] Here, catch.

Richard always bugged me about sweets. Pretty much trained me that whenever I wanted a snack... [He picks up a carrot, given the vendor a smile and a bill in exchange.] ...I could always find something healthier. He was just like that.

[He nibbles on his carrot gingerly.]