After passing the storefront of the Higashikata Fruit Parlor so many times, you decide to stop in one evening, about an hour before closing time. As far as you can tell, you're the only customer there. Behind the counter is a middle-aged man with long blond hair, who is idly wiping the counter down but perks up when he sees you.

"Ah! Welcome to the Higashikata Fruit Parlor, what can I get for ya?"