Hey, I'm with you here, [ Kate raises a fork and a finger in mild defense before lazily pressing the tines over crust crumbs, packing them into a bite. ] I love apple. She just had some sort of principled objection. I don't know what it was, but I'm pretty sure she threatened to quit when my Dad tried to insist. So pumpkin was our standard.

[ She shrugs, like this explains it all: ] She was French.