Cam nodded as they shook hands. "Nice to meet you, Kitty," he replied. Once he'd tied off the shirt, he crouched to start picking up the fruit to deposit it into the makeshift sack. Grinning, he looked up at Kitty briefly. "Ha, yeah I wouldn't blame you, if I had," he agreed genially.
His eyebrows lifted and he nodded again. "Yeah, no kidding. I wish I knew how to do that, I'd have done it already for sure," he said. Cam sort of assumed that if someone had known how to weave baskets, they probably already had and if they hadn't said so on the network to offer others to use them, then they probably didn't plan on it. Cam wasn't going to ask.
"It does the trick, so I can't complain. ...no idea who it belongs to," he admitted with a chuckle as he went on depositing the fruit into the shirt-bag. "But it works. I gave mine away already. She needed it more than I did," he explained. "Besides, whoever this shirt belongs to has two choices when they find out who took it. They can a) be pissed off and not get any mangoes or b) get over it and have some fruit. I figure I'm good."