Set a blood orange on each placemat for dessert tonight. Was surprised that Pavel had never seen or tasted one before.
"What a weird color. It's purple."
"That's why they call it a blood orange. Get it?"
He sniffed it. "Smells like an orange."
"I like them - maybe they're less acidic? Don't know. They taste slightly different from other oranges."
He broke off a section and bit into it. "Not as sweet as a clementine. Looks like a bruise. Looks like a hematoma in a rind."
Looked at him sideways. "Looks like something I'm going to find on the lawn after all the snow's melted."