Oscar's mouth watered as he saw the delicious fruit, his salivary glands in total protest, he shook his head a couple times, he had a weakness for fruit, and he knew it, and the food in front of him looked so good, but he reminded himself that looks could be deceiving, and that one of the first things he had learned in his experience with this place was to beware of greeks bearing gifts, and that it generally wasn't worth it, so, in true suspicious fashion, Oscar crossed his large arms and fixed Erin with a gaze, one eyebrow raised, one end of his mouth turned inward, unable to suppress the clear suspicion he had for the fruit.

His mind thought of the last person he knew to eat the fruit, Persephone, and he voiced as much "Alright, what's the catch? When I eat it am I gunna have to spend like 3 or four days out of every week with your dad and his wannabe runaway bride? or do I lose my soul or owe you allegiance? maybe I become a zombie" he raised his other eyebrow as he stared down at Erin, not derisively, not meanly, just warily, eager to see what she would do, and he hoped she answered soon, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back, she had mentioned pomegranates, and he noticed a Plum, the two fruits that he sometimes dreamed of.