"Pax? No kidding." Idris made quick note of her (correction, Lily's) strong handshake and the sudden coincidence (or was it?) of the two of them meeting here. How funny life worked sometimes. "Actually, I moved in there--third floor--a couple weeks back. Pretty nice place, I've got a great window view. I had wondered if this was the nearest market or not."
Idris regarded her with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Oh, I'm Arizona born and raised, you can count on that." He shifted his bag with so few fruits in it back and forth a little, an unconscious, restless action. Letting the shopping bag slide up to rest upon his wrist, Idris pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out some bills, moving to hand them to the vendor. He shook his head when the man tried to give him back his change. "Keep it. Consider it a tip for ah, enabling chance meetings." The vendor shrugged and added the extra amount to his earnings.
"So, that leaves us with the question of your origins. Is there another place you like to call home other than this?" There was the sound again of the grandmother getting on her grandson's case, and Idris couldn't resist a quick glance behind him. The child seemed to have somehow conned his granny into buying him a coconut after all. Pretty admirable of him.
"Seems to be a pretty friendly place." Idris met Lily's eyes and grinned, nodding towards what had recently been something of a commotion. "You sure you don't want a coconut, too? Listen, would you mind showing me where the almonds are? I'd love to try the recipe you were giving me. If you don't mind, that is. I'm sure this friendly gentleman here is probably wondering why neither of us are buying anything more from him."