"That's a lot of vegetables," Papyrus observes, a tiny bit skeptical. A very large child who's been told to eat what's good for them, when they could keep eating what's fun instead. At least the farmer's market is colorful and attention-grabbing enough.

He lifts up a cluster of tomatoes, and very gently mimes punching them. They swing on their stems like the tiniest punching bags.

"Are we making me a real meal?"