Pepper man hooked us up

At the market we always stop at the booth where the dreadlocked blonde guy sells peppers, cucumbers, and live orchids.  I let Amiri pick out the peppers and the guy always makes friendly little jokes about what a good helper he is for mum.  I respond that the little boy always picks good ones, since there isn't a bad one in the lot.

I'm sure the merchant recognizes us as regulars.  This time he gave me an elegant bouquet of tropical flowers on the house.  Aren't they pretty?