It's ripe, but it's not sweet.
The innkeeper brought us grilled pear with honey and a sprig of mint. The pear was not ripe.
I rubbed the sprig of mint between my fingers to ignite the oils. The scent was exactly as I had remembered it.
I don't like pears with honey, I had said.
It's odd that they would bring this out first, he had said.
Despite not liking the marriage of flavors, I had no choice but to finish my pear with honey. A bruised sprig of mint was all that was left.
The innkeeper took our plates and asked, How was it?
Delicious, I said.