Esther liked finding supplies for her own meals. She didn't always have time for home cooked ones, but with Passover she felt it only right to have at least one good meal that hadn't come from a package or from a take out.
She smiled to the other woman, having only found the apples just then, and knew her to be immortal. Not one she recognized but it didn't stop her from smiling. "Hello. And then perhaps you can tell me which one is good." She meant it seriously. She'd never make light of anything like that.