Meanwhile, back in the space where laughter continuously rang out as people discovered the perfection that was fruits dipped in honey and buttered toast drizzled with the golden liquid, one particularly curious blonde finally managed to ask a question.
This was after predictably stuffing his face with enough snacks to concern reasonable people.
"Brother," Ollie began while pointing at one of the virtual labels, crumbs still stubbornly clinging to his face, "this one says six months, nine months, and twelve months."
He squinted at the projection, his hair antenna moving left and right as if waiting patiently.
"Does this actually mean babies can eat these?" he asked. "I mean the apples in particular, since you already warned us about the honey."
"Huh?" Luca looked over. "Are you talking about the Apple Purée?"
"If that's what it's called, then yes!" the snacking mop replied immediately. "That, as well as the other versions, brother!"
