"I'd thought the same thing. Some have seemingly practical uses, others are... uncertain as to what they'd ever been used for, but the impression I got at first glance still wasn't good," Jon mutters, eyeing the objects skeptically once more. He gestures vaguely to the basket with the fruit. "And some of them are just--- fruit filled with blood. I don't know why I bothered with those, but they're here now, and they never seem to go bad, so I suppose there's no sense in throwing them out...?"