Yeah, well, maybe there's no Juliet but there definitely could be a Mercutio.

[ shhh that comeback totally makes sense in his head.... he sighs at her second remark, though, because it's not like he can really argue the point. ]

I'm pretty sure goo isn't anyone's thing. [ with another sigh, heavier, more exaggerated this time, he reaches out and takes the maybe-a-fruit from her hand. ] Okay, this is so my one good deed of the day. You better write the most beautiful memorial speech for me if I die, Brow Girl.

[ with that, he takes a bite of the blue monstrosity. ]