The peaches are ripe, so we've been overindulging. The greys don't care for them, but everyone else is a big fan.
Calypso (if you can find him, camouflaged as he is by his toys):
As of this morning, we had 36 peaches left. We put many of them in the fridge to slow their ripening, but we will still be eating a lot this weekend, which will make the non-grey inhabitants of the household happy!