Turning to him, I show an expression of confusion flashing all over my face.
I'm currently standing under a light so he must see it written across my features.
Then he casually grabs for another one without looking my way, an arm stretching beside me to capture a pack of potatoes as he utters under his breath in an obvious manner of tone.
"There's mold on that one." He states before poking the side of his cheek.
A glance at the potato makes me realize that there really is mold in that.
Not one. Not two. But a couple of them.
Wow.
How on earth did I miss that?
Seriously.
I'm amazed at how dense I can be sometimes.
My shoulder slouch slightly as I continue to get a short ceremony from the boy before me.
"So unless you have a wish list for an upset stomach later, I suggest
