Ted was pretty smiley himself, with a touch of exhaustion. His thoughts were full of everything, from how close he came to being slain, to what financial burdens he may have imposed upon Satsuki for this insane gauntlet. What would the suit be like? What was Sans thinking? And once he got it, what then? Save the world?

But the mention of food brought more immediate concerns to his mind. The exercise burned a lot of calories, if nothing else, and by the sound of his stomach, Koishi's idea had present merit.

"Heh, your artifacts were of tremendous help, Moon, thank you." He'd try and ruffle her hair as well, tit for tat. "Truthfully I thought I might celebrate with the suit proper. Oh how I wished I could show it to you--to everyone! Alas, suppose we'll just have to bide our time. As for where to eat..." Ted's lack of future thought was showing. Come on, think!

"Oh! Aren't there a great deal of farmers and men of the earth in Fayren? I believe they may even let you pick your own and save them the trouble of harvest." It'd be cheap bordering on free too, which was great because Ted was still unemployed and pinching pennies. "That would be Trevenant's favorite thing, next to everything else. And if there aren't, well, he knows and speaks with the forest better than any I've seen."