This was a from a story from my childhood, I’m not sure if it was myself or one of my siblings who dropped peas through the hole in the floor, or maybe it was my dad’s story. Hm. I’ll have to ask.
Anyhow, a vase seemed more convenient, and since it’s such an absurd prop, I enjoyed bringing it out whenever I had a decent idea for it.
I have no strong feelings, myself, about brussel sprouts, all I know is my brother once tried to see how many he could fit into his mouth at once. Ah, the days.