"No? I love places like this. Tescos, Boots... They're all so clean and bright. There's nothing like this back home. I used to buy my fruit from a cart on the road sold by a half troll woman. ...Lovely woman, not brilliant fruit. Much better off picking my own, but, well, you suffer for convenience, I suppose," Faizel mused with a smile, his hand briefly resting on Sunny's back, before moving away so he could pick up a box of fruit pastels. ...And a flake. ...Then two flakes, wanting to get one for Sunny as well.