Blackberry, not mulberry

 In the restaurant garden…

Ivan: Nice here. Lot of plants. Oh, and berries.

Elderly man: That’s a mulberry. Silkworms eat the leaves. Try one.

Ivan: Hmm. Looks, and tastes like a blackberry.

Elderly man: Mulberry.

Mimi (coming up behind with coffee for the guest): It’s a blackberry. I should know. I bought it. I planted it. Sorry about my father. He tells people the wrong names for all the plants. That’s why I’ve labelled them.

Elderly man: Mulberry.

Mimi: OK. OK. Mulberry.

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Voice-over

It was a blackberry. Sometimes it’s easier to let truth go.