"Why would I hold that against you? There is nothing wrong if you like blueberries." His smile saddened as he looked at the strawberries before him. "You know... Me Mum, when I was little, once made me a strawberry tart. It is the only memory I have of her cooking for me. After that, she just went back to touring with me Da in Europe."

He realized he shed a tear for a moment and quickly wiped it away, before Ilya would notice.

"Sorry about that, Ilya."