“Castle! How are you, my friend?” Mr. Charles said, holding his hand out. “What’s with the getup?”“This is my track uniform, The Defenders,” I explained, pointing to the gold word printed across my chest.“Who?” Mr. Charles leaned in so he could hear me.“The Defenders,” I said louder. “The track team I told you about. Today’s my first race, and I just wanted you to see me.” There was no way I could hide the excitement in my voice.“Ahhh.” Mr. Charles flashed a huge smile. He grabbed a bag of sunflower seeds off the wall. “Then take these for good luck. Pretend they’re power pills,” he said, which I thought was funny because for me, they kinda were. At least in my head.“Thanks, Mr. Charles. I’ll tell you how if goes,” I said, reaching out for his hand.“Yes, yes, please do, son,” he practically shouted, squeezing my hand. “Now, get out of here. You can’t be great if you’re late!”
(Ghost, pp. 171–172)
Take a look at how sunflower seeds are presented in the passage with Mr. Charles. How does it differ from how Castle talks about sunflower seeds with his father?