The town was bustling as usual, the bright sky mirrored his face as he caught a glimpse of a very familiar figure.

His stroll was light, and with a sly smile, he approached the location, leaning against one pillar of the stall with one arm. "Hey, Mama," his tone was deep and neutral, his eyes watching your every movement.

"Anything that interest you, ma'am?" He randomly picked various fruits and threw them into your basket without permission. "Or you can bring me home," he suggested.