"Eh, and you asked if we had a scale. We don't," Simms said just as conversationally. His amusement faded a bit at the phrasing brown sauce, but he took another bite of banana and let it go. "A little Italian, yeah. You call that brown? It's not like anyone would expect someone like me to rob a gas station convenience store." He pointed the half-eaten banana at Ishaan. "Or own them, I guess in your case."