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MC and Mammon sat opposite each other in the RAD cafeteria. The table between them contained a fair number of variously sized fruits all in different shades of orange.
"So this is a tangerine, right?"
"No," said MC. "It's a tangelo - this is a tangerine. That one -" (and here MC was helpfully pointing at the particular fruit in question) "that one is a pomelo and this is a clementine."
Mammon's brow furrowed as he concentrated. "Pomelo is a type of grapefruit, yeah? And what's the deal with cumquats anyway? Titchy little buggers. Takes a dozen to get a mouthful."
He hesitated, looking sheepish. "I ain't good at this," he confessed. "I probably look a bit stupid to ya."
Smiling warmly, MC shook their head. "Not at all. You live in the Devildom, of course Mortal Realm things will be confusing for you. If you want me to, I'll always help explain things."
"Ya really don't mind?" asked Mammon as his eye lit up at the offer. "I mean I'd hate to take up all yer time."
MC happily reassured him. "I don't mind at all. I like hanging out with you."
At a nearby table in the background, Satan scratched his chin thoughtfully as he and Asmo watched the impromptu lesson in Citrus Recognition 101.
Asmo chuckled. "We all know Mammon is an idiot but this is the first time I've seen him really make his stupidity work for him. It's almost impressive. I'm curious to watch how this all turns out."
Nodding Satan agreed. "So am I. It's nice to see MC enjoying themselves."
Shaking his head for a moment he added, "Forget Mammon - I'd hate to spoil MC's fun. Let's not tell them that all that fruit is grown here in the Devildom."