Arthur spared a glance at his abandoned fruit, now covered in sand and Buffy's disgusting feet germs. Well, it was share or go find his own. Given he might not like it at all, it was better to sample than waste an entire fruit.

"That sounds fair. I'll just have a slice." Retrieving a small knife from his belt, he used it to cut himself off a small slice. Nice and clean and incredibly manly. The Arthurian way.