Dean shakes his head. That stuff isn't going to last very long on the road.
Instead, he walks to a stall that looks to be manned by a farmer, "Do you carry nuts or anything of that sort?" he suggests.
"'Fraid not," the farmer replies, "Ya'd have to go to his stall for that," he suggests another stall across the aisle from him.
"Thanks," Dean replies, then turns around, "So I hear you have nuts."