He does fix the contents of the package with, it must be said, a slightly confounded look. He's not sure what he would have expected banana bread to look like, but as he accepts it he points out, "It doesn't look like a banana at all." He has it on good authority now that he's seen a real one, in person.

He's still going to eat it. He's going to try anyway. But he smells it, and he looks it over, and he watches the piece Sara took as she chews on it, and he crinkles the foil thoughtfully when she asks him that. Does he have a favorite food?

"Those little - sour octopus gummies Scratch has." It's the only place he's encountered them, so that's his association for them. "And bacon. No, strawberries."

He really can't be expected to choose only one.