Fahim bought a bunch of those short finger bananas. He actually isn’t entirely sure what they’re called, but they’re the ones that are about four inches long, sweet, and kinda rubbery. The same ones the monks brought us when they were hitting us up for donations.
Okay, not the exact same ones. Those bananas from the monks are either eaten or in the freezer awaiting banana bread day. I only meant the same kind. Not the absolutely identical ones as in. . . Oh never mind.
