Pick some out? Well, he supposed if he could brew complicated potions, he could gather some decent fruit after listening to her drone on for a few minutes. Nothing with bruises. No indents. Watch for darkened spots. He stepped up to an apple display. "Regulus is my room-mate," he mentioned. "And my cousin actually." He hadn't really spoken to the man much, but Draco wasn't too keen on poking the family he had in town. Regulus and Sirius? Really? One who died for a cause Draco messed up and one who hated their family. Amazing. "This one looks...oh, SHITE!" He tried to grab the runaway fruit, but it was no use. "THIS is where the wand comes in handy." He looked around the mess at his feet.