[ And Prompto, who was heretofore squinting at an unidentifiable red mass in front of him, stops dead in his tracks when Connor grabs his arm, his eyebrows flying up into his hair. ]

That's a strawberry?! [ what the actual fuck astoria ] It's huge! We're gonna be run out of the temple by produce!

[ Well, if this keeps up, anyway. ]

Are we gonna have to...eat all this stuff? Like, it'd be wasteful not to, right?

[ Does Connor even need to eat??? ]