Raylan smiles at that - his own reaction hadn't been so different. He points to a bin. "Those are sort of like oranges, if your imagination's any good. And those," he indicates a long green fruit, shaped like a scimitar, "are sort of not entirely unlike pears."

Ruefully, he adds, "Nothing here'll poison you, though, probably, so you can always do what I did and just work from trial and error."