[ lord help him be a nice person. a nice person would smile, maybe pick up the apple, but he hadn't had his afternoon coffee and this social interaction pushed him over his daily limit of 0. ]

They serve them at chow because they're cheapest, so it was my advice to you.

[ he continues to talk as if nothing happened, not even bothering to turn his attention away from her and to the apple. it rolls awkwardly past him, a lonely forlorn apple. ]

I'd choose a different variety. Or at least, take it and move on.

[ :| ]