Actually, if Strange bothers to look hard enough, he'll find a stockpile of various squashes gourds and melons set aside for Fleshy's benefit. Other than that though, there's nothing, unless he likes the taste of stale gingerbread houses for some reason.

"Uuuuuummmmmmmmmm..." Squinting uncertainly, Peridot tilts her head towards the ceiling, as if that might help jog her memory. This turns out to be a bad idea for the increasing sense of dizziness that she's developing. "Mmmm-- Blgh. I think I was like... Thhhhhirty-something? Prrrrrobably?"

She was not, in fact, thirty-something.

"I mean. I THOUGHT I was thirty sommmaazz, it's not like I was ACTUALLY that old. I was still ME, I just didn't know it. Obviously."