On a little trail in Taramundi, a banana slipped out of our backpack and rolled straight into a very serious mushroom with a perfectly shaped cap.

We tell the banana, “Sorry, mate, they say we share like 50%.” And the banana goes, “50? Excuse me, I’m bringing the potassium attitude, alright?” The mushroom clears its throat and drops, “With us, you share 90%, sweetheart.” We go, “Yeah, but you don’t come in a lunchbox.” And the mushroom: “No, I come in a network. I wire up the whole forest and on top of that you lot eat me for dinner.” The banana, a bit salty: “Fine, but I can make you smile in two bites.”

Magikito moral: in life there’s always someone flexing a percentage. You stick with whoever feeds you, connects you, or makes you laugh, even if they come in slippery fruit format.