Karl’s features creased into a deep frown as he picked up the strangest fruit he’d ever seen. The label read: Dragon Fruit. He turned the bright spiky, red bulb around in his hands, wondering how it was supposed to be attacked.
‘Some of these things should come with instructions,’ he told Jess, after she had nudged his leg with the trolley she was pushing. ‘I remember when supermarkets sold fruit that wasn’t invented on Pokemon.’
‘Pokemon’s Japanese, little old man. Dragon Fruit come from somewhere near Mexico.’
‘You know what I mean. What’s the point in introducing a fruit nobody knows how to eat?’
‘Teal brought one in to work the other day. They’re odd, to be fair: sort of sour, but refreshing.’
‘Is Teal a woman?’
‘Yes,’ Jess laughed. ‘You met her at Jenny and Mark’s engagement.’
‘Yes! Short woman with frizzy hair?’
‘She sounds like she should be made from wood.’
‘You said that then too.’
‘Yep. Grandad’s becoming predictable.’
‘Frigg off. There’s nowt predictable about me,’ he told her and dropped the Dragon Fruit into the trolley basket. ‘See?’
‘Oh yes: point proven.’
Karl turned and grabbed for a bag of carrots and a net of three onions, just as Jess knew he would.
The truth was that she liked his predictability. It made him infinitely more readable than her previous boyfriend. Who may have known what a Dragon Fruit was, but would’ve probably taken it to the bathroom with him.
‘How are we for tommies?’ He asked, wandering up the aisle.
‘Need some,’ she told him, following.