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Spock's been patronizing a local grower for the entirety of the spring and summer, an organic grower who sets up show in a small number of locations in the city. Today it is the young man with the long honey-brown hair behind the register, which is stationed just outside of the city park.

As Spock reaches out for a red bell pepper that's caught his attention, considering the possibility of a stir fry, the cashier stops him.

"You buy this stuff a lot," the man, almost a boy really, says in a drawn-out drawl of a voice.

"Because I eat 'this stuff' on a daily basis," Spock replies.

The boy raises both hands, almost mockingly defensive. "S'alright, I didn't mean nothin'. You're a good customer, is all. Hey--" he says, leaning closer to Spock's puzzled, straight face from behind the rows of celery and cucumbers. "You're a real good customer. Think you'd be interested in a more special product? 'Cause you seem hella discreet and stuff."

"Special?" Spock asks, more dismissive than actually curious.

"Special. For you, I got Blackberry Kush, Pineapple Express. It's all great stuff, it'd help a dude like you out in serious ways."

"I didn't know that you sold fruits."