ninthcompanion
Having a market seller push tomatoes in his face in an attempt to sell the vile fruit to him was not high on the list of things Kratos wanted to achieve with his day. Nor was the sound of shocked disgust he made before almost-politely informing said seller that he was not interested his wares.
Unfortunate though the encounter had been, he hadn’t anticipated that anyone would take notice - much less speak to him - much less a young girl.
Well, honesty was the best policy. As an adult, he should probably remind the girl that they were healthy. But if he put her off them then good. It was petty. But the tomatoes had started it years ago.
“I honestly cannot think of a more disgusting food.”
“Me either. My daddy says that grown ups all love tomatoes and that it’s an uk-wired taste. I don’t really know what that means, but I’m gonna hate them forever.” And this guy is a grown up, just like daddy! Just more proof that it’s not a kid thing to dislike them, either.
She tilts her head, continuing to look up at the man. “Did your daddy like to eat them, too? My daddy will put them in everything...they’re his favorite.”
