"It's the fuzzy brown-skinned thing you were eating earlier," Cain offers, but it's an aside. It's a tangent at best, and one that brings back memories of a pair of wiry hands peeling, then slicing the vibrant green fruit into a bowl.

It's a pair of hands he'd rather not think on right now, and as previously noted, the kiwi fruit is a tangent at best.

It doesn't at all compare to being gifted with a miniature oak tree. "This is one fine piece of work," he says, reaching for the pot as his mind spins with the slightly jarring thought of keeping an oak tree indoors.

"I'll take good care of it. Thank you. I just-- I don't know what to say."