It was a beautiful morning to say the least. Idris felt that he certainly had chosen the right time to visit the farmer's market--the closest one he'd been able to find near his home. Even from first glance it seemed to have quite the wide variety when it came to its wares. This was something a little new, granted, considering Idris usually would buy produce and the such at grocery stores, but a new state called for a new change in the way he ran his life. And certainly wasn't eating much healthier something to start as soon as possible? It wasn't as if he regularly stocked up on junk food, but his lunch salads had been a little bland since he'd arrived in California, and he was certain that here he would find just the right ingredients to zest them up a bit. Or maybe he ought to try making a fruit salad. In fact, that was a wonderful idea!
Now, what would he need, exactly? There couldn't possibly be any set rules to making such a dish. Certainly not. Idris glanced at some brightly colored oranges, but wondered if he shouldn't choose apples instead. He wouldn't have to peel them entirely, and thus would definitely save on time.
"Say," he said out loud, more of an open question to whoever was willing to answer than simply a stray thought spoken three levels above a whisper, "what do you put in your fruit salads? Assuming, though I may be incorrect, you're a fan of them? Have to admit, I am a little new at this." Idris glanced to his right at a rather tall woman with a shock of wild, auburn curls wreathing her face. He smiled warmly, though she seemed pretty entranced by some darkly colored plums. Idris figured it was worth a shot, regardless. Either she'd choose to answer him or--he looked casually to the left--it'd be the aging grandmother with her young grandson in tow, trying to pull him and his troublesome fingers away from a bunch of coconuts before the kid set the entire stand rolling to the floor.
Ouch, that'd be a helluva mess. Better stick with the redhead. On second thought, Idris could probably just shove a bunch of random fruits into the bag he'd picked up at the entrance of the market, but it'd be better to get advice from someone else for the time being. That, and there was always the possibility of a little friendly morning conversation. Idris certainly couldn't turn the possibility down. Definitely not when his company had been as of late nothing but employees, customers, and the mountain of boxes he'd been unpacking. There was plenty room for a little zest in his life as well as in his salad, he figured.