The man looked down at the mango for a second before nodding in thanks and taking it into his hands. Of course it'd been quite a while since he'd tasted one of these exotic fruits as well. When one no longer felt pangs of hunger or cravings for food, everything one ate became just a bit more bland to the palate.
"Umm, excuse me," came the timid voice of the young merchant, "Did you know my grandpapa?"
The question caught the Stranger off guard and, perhaps for the first time since meeting Tiraris, he seemed slightly flustered. After a moment, he replied, "...yes. When I was very young. You... look just like him."
And with a hurried thanks and a goodbye, he gestured for the girl to follow him away from the stall and its confused proprietor.
"Thank you for the fruit," he said quietly to her. "Please, you first."