Arthur is ushered successfully, preoccupied. Oh no this is going to be a from-scratch thing, lovingly toiled at over a hot stove, oh he is going to feel like a real prick if he doesn't finish it now--

"Something easy," he says automatically, since that's what people kept saying to him. And it did turn out to be true. "That is, er... I don't want to impose too much-- per-perhaps fruit, or something..."

Something very terrible has happened to Arthur, king of the don't-mind-if-I-do, when he's offered any free food he could name and all he can think of is uhh fruit maybe.