"ahhh... Can't cook? Me neither. My gram usually leaves something in the fridge which is nice... she's trying to fatten me up. S'why I like fruit... portable, doesn't need to be cooked..."
She juggled her basket and half eaten apple a bit into one hand so that she was able to hold out a hand.
"I'm Felicity. I promise, I'm not a professional shopping-interrupter. More of an amateur, really. But I've got high aspirations."