"we're a fruit loving family" - says babs, the 44 year old woman who cannot distinguish a apple from a plum thus has to store her fruit in labelled containers so she can tell she is eating a raspberry and not a
bleeping babybel - specifically specifying that the rats and hamster love fruit, not the human members of the conway family. like, duh!
she's proper rattled about fruit day. did she receive a message in the DMs she doesn't read criticising her wasteful spending, buying pre-prepared fruit in plastic packaging etc etc? because it seems as though she felt the need to race to her stories, raging that anyone dare question her beloved
bleeping "fruit day" - which ofc she loves, because it's the perfect excuse - not that she needs an excuse - for her to go on a mid-week tat spending haul, on the basis that B&M/poundland/home bargains just happened to be on route to whatever supermarket she chose specifically, to ensure her favourite tat shops were on route, alongside the packets of jam-filled snacks and fruit flavoured sweets she justified as the conway weekly "fruit" purchase.
and if the babettes were such avid and dedicated fans as babs seems to think, they wouldn't need a weekly explanation of the very basic concept of "fruit day", as at this point, they would have fully grasped the "tradition".
i guess at least ethan will recieve his once-a-week treat of fresh mango, and the poor kid won't have to sneak cucumber from the fridge that babs has deemed solely "for the rats". for a family with such privilege and wealth, her kids are deprived of the very basics of fresh food and attention and affection.