They should be. It's the middle of the season. [ Booker guessed about that actually. He was a city boy. While he knew a ridiculous amount about tides and fish thanks to growing up in a port city he knew nothing about farming and seasons. ] And market stuff is always better than store bought.

[ He leaned down and carefully took a bite. The careful didn't matter though juice still went dripping down his chin and into his beard. ] Shit.

[ He laughed a little as he turned his head and rubbed his chin against his shoulder. ] That is really good. Juicy. Obviously.

[ Booker licked his lips. ] Do I look respectable again?