They went to the Portello market. It was busier than Milo had expected.
He stayed close to Salvatore and Roderick when they first came in through the main entrance. He was too stunned as he followed them both.
It wasn't as if he never went out at all. But he really never went to the local market, especially on a bright day like this. He looked around. There were so many stalls and so many people around.
He didn't know why he was so excited. His heart felt like it wanted to leap all the way to the moon.
Within two minutes, he had drifted to the right toward a row of fruit stalls and was standing in front of a display of small yellow fruits he didn't recognize, examining them carefully.
The vendor, who was busy with another customer, glanced at him. "They're fresh."
Milo picked up a small fruit. "What is it?"
"It's a loquat. Never tried one? Just give it a try." The vendor quickly grabbed the fruit from the basket, peeled it, and handed it to Milo.
