No, that's my banana, thanks (Piotr)
Apples...check. Bananas...check. Squash of all shapes, sizes, and colors...
Rob had filled his carry basket with just enough to get him through the week. He'd found that he'd come to this place with a decent amount of money, and he knew how to spend carefully. Being raised as a hunter and a Man of Letters had certainly given him an interesting look on spending frugally. He looked over the squash and gourds, amazed by just how many pumpkins and pumpkin-like vegefruits existed. Pumpkins seemed too much like vegetables, even if they were technically fruit. He knew there were different pumpkins, but this was just too much.
Claiming a spaghetti squash that was oddly colored, a slight pinkish hue to it, he stuffed it in the small basket and turned to find something that wasn't at all good for him. He needed something to off set all the healthful food in the pink and purple basket he had hooked his arm through. He needed something that said living free and single and male - it wasn't that he was thinking in that way, so much as he did want something that would balance out the basket. No one needed everything that was good for him or her, a little bad was just right.
He turned the corner of the snack aisle, not paying complete attention to where he was going. Some chocolate covered cake shaped like a bat had caught his eye just as he was rounding the corner.