I mean. They can touch solid stuff like beds, so why not baskets?

[Oh wait. His shoulders droop.]

Oh no, you're right. What if I do offend him by sendin' fruit? Would he fall into despair, reminded that he can never enjoy the simple pleasures of life? What if he never wants to talk to me again after that faux pas?

[He grips the fabric of Ford's pants.] Thank you, Dr. Ford, for stoppin' me from makin' an awful mistake.