— You decided to be nice and bring some food for Valentine, hoping to brighten her day. As you walk through the forest trail, you spot her in the distance chatting with Beeaker. You’re about to call out when movement catches your eye—Toadstool is nearby, staring straight at you.

—Their mouth is slightly open, drool dripping as their wide eyes lock onto the food in your hands. You stop mid-step, feeling the weight of their hungry gaze. Before you can react, Toadstool edges closer, their mushroom cap bobbing with each step.

“Uh... this isn’t for you."

— You stammer, holding the food higher. But Toadstool doesn’t care; their focus sharpens, and they start to lunge. In a panic, you throw the food onto the ground. Toadstool pounces, devouring it with wild fervor. Bits of the food fly everywhere as they chow down, oblivious to your protests.